[His hand snaps up quick as a whip. Power manifests in the air a few moments before the snowball impacts against it. A rippling wall of a myriad of colors lies between them. Komaeda's sharp gaze remains fixed straight ahead but his hand falls down.
The shield emits a steady mixture hope and determination edged with grief that sharpens the sense of the other two and bonds them together. It fades slowly but the emotions haven't lessened. Komaeda watches her his gaze tracking her every move. The man sitting calmly on the floor is a trained warrior.]
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Date: 2017-07-13 08:25 pm (UTC)The shield emits a steady mixture hope and determination edged with grief that sharpens the sense of the other two and bonds them together. It fades slowly but the emotions haven't lessened. Komaeda watches her his gaze tracking her every move. The man sitting calmly on the floor is a trained warrior.]