[Is he, though? Is she sure he's smarter than that?]
No, seriously. I wouldn't use a murder weapon that could be found at all.
[He hesitates a half second longer, then sighs shortly--not one of his usual drawn-out, world-weary things, but he's under a lot of pressure, here--and raises his gloved fist. Black energy wraps around it, ragged at the edges, like paint starting to run dry. Power nerfing at play.]
I can't get as much of it here as normal, but even with just this, I could've broken her neck easy. ...Ugh, this isn't proving anything. She didn't go down without a fight, did she? Was she armed?
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No, seriously. I wouldn't use a murder weapon that could be found at all.
[He hesitates a half second longer, then sighs shortly--not one of his usual drawn-out, world-weary things, but he's under a lot of pressure, here--and raises his gloved fist. Black energy wraps around it, ragged at the edges, like paint starting to run dry. Power nerfing at play.]
I can't get as much of it here as normal, but even with just this, I could've broken her neck easy. ...Ugh, this isn't proving anything. She didn't go down without a fight, did she? Was she armed?