[Pyrrha doesn't try to dodge this one. She braces herself and takes the hit. It connects and she's sent skidding back along the ground, at least a good few feet.
She's still standing. And she regards him with a plain look.]
...At least I'm not a murderer who kills for his own petty reasons.
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She's still standing. And she regards him with a plain look.]
...At least I'm not a murderer who kills for his own petty reasons.