[Having put Jean aside, he could turn his attention to the door. At least until there was an arrow suddenly inches away from his face. Then came the voice, the voice of that coward. His claws dig into the wall he had pressed against. Any amount of joy and playfulness he had was gone in his tone and demeanor.]
Still hiding behind your toys, coward?! [He could only see the archer aiming his weapon in his direction. That's new, and annoying. At least he's not messing with the door anymore.]
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Still hiding behind your toys, coward?! [He could only see the archer aiming his weapon in his direction. That's new, and annoying. At least he's not messing with the door anymore.]