[Oh yeah, that cloak is definitely destroyed. Claws glide up and down and soon pieces of fabric are fluttering to the cement underfoot. The blood-red eyes move from Jintetsu over to Lola as if hypnotized by her very existence; the samurai is hardly even considered in whatever's going on in her head.
Instead she pivots as soon as Lola leaps, ready to chase after her.
The sound she makes isn't very typical of a child, but then — neither are claws.]
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Instead she pivots as soon as Lola leaps, ready to chase after her.
The sound she makes isn't very typical of a child, but then — neither are claws.]