[ She sees the throw coming, and she quickly steps out of the way from behind Paimon as it lands. Luna's expression for a long moment is... indifferent, almost bored. She looks at Paimon before her attention shifts to the man, indifference shifting to an icy-cold anger despite her composure.
There's a muttering of something under her breath, she twists her wand in her hand, like the turning of a key in a long. With a short, twisting sound in the air — she breaks the man's hand. Snaps the bones in his fingers, the whole limb entirely with an audible crunch. ]
You should really keep your hands to yourself. [ It's only then does she move to help Paimon, to steady him again. One hand briefly moving to his face to gently touch his face — the smallest amount of concern and care in her face before the coldness returns. ]
I really would apologise, if I were you. A broken hand is one thing, but— [ She inclines her head to Paimon. ] he can do far worse. Throwing bottles at witches is rude, but punching a demon king—?
[ She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Oh, no. You're in Big Trouble now, sir. She keeps a hand at Paimon's shoulder, barest amount of pressure to keep the furious demon back. Wait. ]
Maybe I could break some more bones. [ She offers it brightly. ] Or just let him pay you in kind. Your choice.
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There's a muttering of something under her breath, she twists her wand in her hand, like the turning of a key in a long. With a short, twisting sound in the air — she breaks the man's hand. Snaps the bones in his fingers, the whole limb entirely with an audible crunch. ]
You should really keep your hands to yourself. [ It's only then does she move to help Paimon, to steady him again. One hand briefly moving to his face to gently touch his face — the smallest amount of concern and care in her face before the coldness returns. ]
I really would apologise, if I were you. A broken hand is one thing, but— [ She inclines her head to Paimon. ] he can do far worse. Throwing bottles at witches is rude, but punching a demon king—?
[ She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Oh, no. You're in Big Trouble now, sir. She keeps a hand at Paimon's shoulder, barest amount of pressure to keep the furious demon back. Wait. ]
Maybe I could break some more bones. [ She offers it brightly. ] Or just let him pay you in kind. Your choice.