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Yasu's grip relaxed.

The danger, [i]both[/i] dangers, had passed. It was rare enough, after all, to see the fractured timelines converge upon a decision to fight or to flee, but that simply proved the capabilities of this mass of malice and terror. And while the curiousity remained, the curiousity of just what sort of end would await an individual who drew their blade against the eccentric...well, the ringleader served as an example there, and that was definitely not nearly as unique as turning into an apple or getting shot out of your body as poop.

With a whistle, she spun her sword twice, flicked the viscera off its mirror-polished form, and then sheathed it with a definitive click, as if signalling the end of this fight. She picked up the book after, leaving plastic bag where it was, but rather than cracking it open, Yasu tucked it under her arm instead.

[b]"So, Roqe, right?"[/b] Her lips stretched out to a smile, crimson gleaming upon the sad remains of the stage. [b]"Why did you hide yourself, if you were going to show yourself anyways? Think it'd be a lot less scary if you were you, instead of a floating finger."[/b] Yasu turned her gaze up, towards where the last pieces of the trapeze were slogging down. [b]"Though I guess I would've done the same thing anyways."[/b]