[color=ec008c][h2][b][i][u]Anomaly[/u][/i][/b][/h2][/color]
Xoxi kept watching out for the woman as she walked, becoming more and more concerned as she continued her slow pace towards her. A set of psychic hands poked out from Xoxi's sleeves as they flew up to protect her face, seemingly ready for a fight should one break out. She didn't know how effective they'd be at blocking arrows, but hopefully, they'd be able to take care of a few shots. Her eyes narrowed as one of her hands ran across her scar, reminding her of what she had been through, in case she needed reminding. [color=ec008c]"W-what do you want?"[/color]

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