She'll draw back the Hand of God, and within the moment it will have shifted into a shining bow and arrow, with the arrow already loaded and drawn. She's been expecting this since the conflict began, and so she already knows exactly how to handle it. Less than a second later, the arrow has already been let fly - straight into Foster's heart, just as requested.
It won't damage his flesh, nor will it draw blood. Instead, it will pierce his soul itself, sending a wave of shock through it that will knock him unconscious, at the very least. It's a not lethal strike, but a very deft one. Perfect for removing him from the situation.
She lowers the bow, and within that instant its become a rapier again. Her expression is impassive.
"That didn't kill him," she clarifies, blandly. "He'll recover, with some rest. Do with him what you will."
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"Suit yourself," she says. "I don't miss."
She'll draw back the Hand of God, and within the moment it will have shifted into a shining bow and arrow, with the arrow already loaded and drawn. She's been expecting this since the conflict began, and so she already knows exactly how to handle it. Less than a second later, the arrow has already been let fly - straight into Foster's heart, just as requested.
It won't damage his flesh, nor will it draw blood. Instead, it will pierce his soul itself, sending a wave of shock through it that will knock him unconscious, at the very least. It's a not lethal strike, but a very deft one. Perfect for removing him from the situation.
She lowers the bow, and within that instant its become a rapier again. Her expression is impassive.
"That didn't kill him," she clarifies, blandly. "He'll recover, with some rest. Do with him what you will."