[ Mitsutada had been prepared to strike with full force, judging the paces he could take before hitting the glass - but like England, his attention is also instantly disrupted by the sound. It's some sort of strangled hissing noise, coupled with the click of claws on tiled floors... ]
Grab something for a weapon. Now.
[ His stance changes subtly, singular golden eye narrowing as the elf edges forward from the shadows it had been hiding in - observing, calculating, in preparation for a single slash that would hopefully take it down. ]
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Grab something for a weapon. Now.
[ His stance changes subtly, singular golden eye narrowing as the elf edges forward from the shadows it had been hiding in - observing, calculating, in preparation for a single slash that would hopefully take it down. ]