[Unconcerned, he flicks his wrist and throws his handful of roses, aiming them at nothing at all yet somehow managing to skewer a half-dozen...somethings that used to be hanging in the air.
They explode, of course, but he seems equally unconcerned by that; Fawkes's lingering fear has flown, replaced solely by a pervasive confidence that evidently can't be ruffled by something as pithy as bombs.]
It's a fool who thinks he can cage me. In this world, fools die.
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[Unconcerned, he flicks his wrist and throws his handful of roses, aiming them at nothing at all yet somehow managing to skewer a half-dozen...somethings that used to be hanging in the air.
They explode, of course, but he seems equally unconcerned by that; Fawkes's lingering fear has flown, replaced solely by a pervasive confidence that evidently can't be ruffled by something as pithy as bombs.]
It's a fool who thinks he can cage me. In this world, fools die.