[Hand-to-hand remedial classes for the both of them, a travesty.......
Jade isn't entirely sure whether he should be more surprised or exasperated to find his left arm being so promptly accosted with a stubbornness that all but bleeds into apparent recklessness. It leaves him in a remarkably awkward sort of angle where he's almost sitting upright, except his left side is wrapped in yet another restraining sort of hold, to say nothing of the fact that the rest of him is still pretty much pinned under the maybe-not-actually-assassin's full weight at this point. Except for his right arm, now poised at an upraised sort of angle with a spear in hand...
A spear that also seems to do little to actually discourage the girl practically straddling him--which would be a point of some kind of aggravation, maybe, if it wasn't bordering so closely to ridiculous. At this sort of crossroads he really could go through with driving the point of this spear right for the vague impressions of a face and throat he can make out in the dark, and--surely this stranger must also realize this--which is promptly making Jade wonder if this person actually has any decent sense of self-preservation at all...really, as if this weren't difficult enough already! (He doesn't actually want to drive the spear anyplace vital just yet, though, at least not until he can get some answers or something...) But then--
Well. It's a breakthrough and yet not, at the exact same time, as the girl says she's getting off and then...doesn't, actually. Before Jade can quite react to that, though, she also goes right on to ask that, which is--alright, so scratch earlier assessments, this has gone from bordering on ridiculous to actually ridiculous. If he's not mistaken, there's really more open curiosity in her tone than anything else now, which doesn't make any sense whatsoever in the current context. ...Or so he'd figured the context to be. Yes, Jade has sure been functioning under the half-baked sleep-deprived assumption of an intentional malicious attack for the last minute or so here, and now--finally--he has to wonder.
What kind of assassin asks a question like that?
Pardon him, he's still huffing for breath a bit down here--really, they probably both are at this point--and while his spear arm remains rigid in its angled aim, there's a beat in which the constant motion of struggle finally slows to a halt. Paired with a pause, in which Jade squints dubiously into the gloom as if this might help him get an actual look at who this person is supposed to be. But while he still can't, not really...he does find an answer automatically slipping out, thoroughly steeped in as much sarcasm as he can breathlessly muster.]
From my arm, of course. [Which is--actually, literally true, for the record! But sarcastic as hell all the same, because really...] That's--this isn't my definition of off, by the way-- [Honestly, he'd really quite prefer they get out of this awkward position if she isn't actually planning to kill him?? Anytime now! Before somebody opens the door to this, or something...!]
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Jade isn't entirely sure whether he should be more surprised or exasperated to find his left arm being so promptly accosted with a stubbornness that all but bleeds into apparent recklessness. It leaves him in a remarkably awkward sort of angle where he's almost sitting upright, except his left side is wrapped in yet another restraining sort of hold, to say nothing of the fact that the rest of him is still pretty much pinned under the maybe-not-actually-assassin's full weight at this point. Except for his right arm, now poised at an upraised sort of angle with a spear in hand...
A spear that also seems to do little to actually discourage the girl practically straddling him--which would be a point of some kind of aggravation, maybe, if it wasn't bordering so closely to ridiculous. At this sort of crossroads he really could go through with driving the point of this spear right for the vague impressions of a face and throat he can make out in the dark, and--surely this stranger must also realize this--which is promptly making Jade wonder if this person actually has any decent sense of self-preservation at all...really, as if this weren't difficult enough already! (He doesn't actually want to drive the spear anyplace vital just yet, though, at least not until he can get some answers or something...) But then--
Well. It's a breakthrough and yet not, at the exact same time, as the girl says she's getting off and then...doesn't, actually. Before Jade can quite react to that, though, she also goes right on to ask that, which is--alright, so scratch earlier assessments, this has gone from bordering on ridiculous to actually ridiculous. If he's not mistaken, there's really more open curiosity in her tone than anything else now, which doesn't make any sense whatsoever in the current context. ...Or so he'd figured the context to be. Yes, Jade has sure been functioning under the half-baked sleep-deprived assumption of an intentional malicious attack for the last minute or so here, and now--finally--he has to wonder.
What kind of assassin asks a question like that?
Pardon him, he's still huffing for breath a bit down here--really, they probably both are at this point--and while his spear arm remains rigid in its angled aim, there's a beat in which the constant motion of struggle finally slows to a halt. Paired with a pause, in which Jade squints dubiously into the gloom as if this might help him get an actual look at who this person is supposed to be. But while he still can't, not really...he does find an answer automatically slipping out, thoroughly steeped in as much sarcasm as he can breathlessly muster.]
From my arm, of course. [Which is--actually, literally true, for the record! But sarcastic as hell all the same, because really...] That's--this isn't my definition of off, by the way-- [Honestly, he'd really quite prefer they get out of this awkward position if she isn't actually planning to kill him?? Anytime now! Before somebody opens the door to this, or something...!]