[Sharak glares back, pose and eyes steady. Reflexes still on par with her expectations, not doing anything stupid like actually firing at her, a look in his eyes like he's cautiously waiting for something...
She smiles and moves her gun back, lifting it to her shoulder.]
The 28th of Arhat, Sharak Sanzo. I've been given the label of "god", so you can say whatever you like.
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She smiles and moves her gun back, lifting it to her shoulder.]
The 28th of Arhat, Sharak Sanzo. I've been given the label of "god", so you can say whatever you like.
[There.]