Nova Blancke
Just like that Legio detached part of his blade to put her down. He couldn't fully retract it due to the silver aura so this would have to do.
"Very well. Proceed." It said in it's neutral voice.
"Very well. Proceed." It said in it's neutral voice.
Freya looked up at him and made a very audible, "Eh?"
She drew back the silver aura and removed her palms from the blade. Her hands went rigid for a moment as the wounds closed themselves. As they did, however, her hands became more bestial. A small layer of fur had grown over the backs of her hands, and her digits had swollen slightly.
She shook the pain out of them and asked in a genuinely quizzical manner,
"Why did you put me down? Are you dicking with me? Because there's no way you're that clueless."