What do you mean, what...? What's wrong with you?!
[Whatever that sheet of metal is meant for, it's being wielded like a weapon. Phos narrows their eyes at the stranger. They can't imagine why he thought just making demands would work, but it sure as hell is not convincing them of anything. They draw their sword in a smooth motion, the obsidian blade slipping out of the sheath with a metallic shing, the edge sharp and gleaming.
They set themself firmly in front of the fallen statue, sword brandished before them in a defensive stance.]
no subject
[Whatever that sheet of metal is meant for, it's being wielded like a weapon. Phos narrows their eyes at the stranger. They can't imagine why he thought just making demands would work, but it sure as hell is not convincing them of anything. They draw their sword in a smooth motion, the obsidian blade slipping out of the sheath with a metallic shing, the edge sharp and gleaming.
They set themself firmly in front of the fallen statue, sword brandished before them in a defensive stance.]