[And there's something a little startling in that, the way the bullets ricochet off, flying harmlessly away from their target, and fractionally Giovanni tilts his head in that disconcerting dog-like gesture of his. But the smile remains, wide and bright and full of unbridled interest now, even as she whirls something around that he can't quite discern the parameters of. He can smell it, the metallic tang, knows she's holding a sword or something like it, but there's no way to tell the exact shape and length, blurred and distorted as it seems to be.
His reactions, though, they're swift and fluid and unnatural as he leaps back even as she advances, though not quite enough to evade the fierce sweep of the blade entirely. It slices across his chest, down through the tough material of his uniform and into the skin beneath and even as she watches the bluegrey smoke comes rising up, the wound healing in the blink of an eye.
Another step back, and he lifts his chin, all angles.]
Well, well. It looks like you know how to have fun, after all.
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His reactions, though, they're swift and fluid and unnatural as he leaps back even as she advances, though not quite enough to evade the fierce sweep of the blade entirely. It slices across his chest, down through the tough material of his uniform and into the skin beneath and even as she watches the bluegrey smoke comes rising up, the wound healing in the blink of an eye.
Another step back, and he lifts his chin, all angles.]
Well, well. It looks like you know how to have fun, after all.