“I know,” she whispered. “You’re still watching.”
A thin line of red ran from her left nostril. Another from her ear. Her left hand, the one that had caught the bolts, was trembling. The faded cloth doll at her belt had torn slightly, a wisp of grey stuffing peeking out. Royal Guards of Ethyria -Final- -Yukari-chan- F...
“What… are… you?” he managed.