[Interestingly enough, this is the first time that Benedikta has seen a gun like that. Or... a gun at all, for that matter, so when the shots are fired, it startles even her, her wings and her spine pulling taut at the sound.
When the silence falls over them, the only sound the jangling of the bracelet and the groans of the Paladins littering the floors, her magick fades with all the commotion, wings dissipating into nothing, the little flecks of aether being carried off on a breeze.]
I see that you made sure to include them. [A slight quirk of her lip as she leans to glance up through the crumbled hole in the ceiling where he'd flung them through. But her gaze flits back to the gun in his hand, more interested in that than the jewels.] What manner of weapon is that?
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When the silence falls over them, the only sound the jangling of the bracelet and the groans of the Paladins littering the floors, her magick fades with all the commotion, wings dissipating into nothing, the little flecks of aether being carried off on a breeze.]
I see that you made sure to include them. [A slight quirk of her lip as she leans to glance up through the crumbled hole in the ceiling where he'd flung them through. But her gaze flits back to the gun in his hand, more interested in that than the jewels.] What manner of weapon is that?