[The man in gold. He has a sudden and vivid image of golden armor and a ringing voice, seared into memory with the clarity of pain. He doesn't remember much after that.
It's enough, though: his gaze hardens immediately.]
Tokiomi's Servant. Archer. Yes. [His voice is suddenly quiet -- it disguises the snarl trying to climb from the back of his throat.] He and his Master are here?
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I'll keep that in mind.
[The man in gold. He has a sudden and vivid image of golden armor and a ringing voice, seared into memory with the clarity of pain. He doesn't remember much after that.
It's enough, though: his gaze hardens immediately.]
Tokiomi's Servant. Archer. Yes. [His voice is suddenly quiet -- it disguises the snarl trying to climb from the back of his throat.] He and his Master are here?