Where did they get off on exacerbating his painfully acute awareness that he was unattractive? Regardless, if their insults dwindled to something so paltry as looks, it indicated either a heinous amount of self-confidence or the inability to take him seriously. Either outcome bade well; operating under the enemy's impression that he meant little incurred a great deal of freedom for his actions. At this rate, the city would see far more than a few hanged civilians.
Bischofite did not yet adopt a poise to strike; instead he studied the senshi in front of him. His sharp gaze drifted from boots, to skirt, to bows, to hair both straight and spiked. "Don't follow me," he cautioned. There were more than enough windows to produce a jagged, more lethal weapon - and her uniform sported more than enough openings to her arteries to render those weapons wholly useful. Carotid and jugular exposed, femoral open beneath the skirt, and the radial and ulnar arteries only saw a modicum of protection. Those outfits weren't designed to withstand the strength behind their weapons.
The lieutenant knew to avoid fights far beyond the scope of his ability, and the eternal was one of them. Initially Bischofite retreated several steps, his gaze still steady on her, before rounding toward the alley and proceeding at the same purposeful gait. Pride was a commodity he refused to afford; should she pursue, he knew to call for those that might assist him. Even with the iniquitous reputation he held among his peers, some would come. Serpentine would have to come, for his responsibilities to the former general.
Rounding the corner, Bischofite scraped his hand across the brick wall - a small story left behind to commemorate the occasion.
LizzyMoo
pff quotes are my ooc zone :'D she can leave him be and this will provide a proper close, or if it's more ic for her to pursue, i can nab someone else to drop in.
