[He noted the snarl, but made no comment on it. Aside from watching her tear up the battlefield, he'd honestly never really seen her like this. It suited her.
Stopping at the window, Javik put his hands forward again, looking for when the Ariadnes split paths. It was still a mess of things he couldn't identify, and his hatred of magic was rapidly raising again. He bared his teeth a moment, frustrated, and then there was a flash of movement, the flight of feathers -]
A bird. [He drew away from the windows upper lip peeling back.] He turned into a bird, and flew away.
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Stopping at the window, Javik put his hands forward again, looking for when the Ariadnes split paths. It was still a mess of things he couldn't identify, and his hatred of magic was rapidly raising again. He bared his teeth a moment, frustrated, and then there was a flash of movement, the flight of feathers -]
A bird. [He drew away from the windows upper lip peeling back.] He turned into a bird, and flew away.