cynixmus:

           ::… Does it matter?::

                                                                                  _{She to question back, ice optics to gaze at her bloodied blade
                                                                                  before the miss to slash the katana through the air with a swift motion
                                                                                  to rid the steel of the sanguine fluid and then moving to sheath it
                                                                                 in the case hanging from her back.
                                                                                 Julie’s form to be littered with cuts from her fights only moments ago,
                                                                                 exhaustion to be of her strongest appearing emotion.}

— { ♣ } — “It does. Why would you think…

                        …that it does not, hm?”

A quiet smile. A small tilt of her heads. An arched eyebrow of curiosity. “Would you like some bandages?”