Matsu Nintoku wrote:In the Empire few things are as dangerous as aggravating a Matsu. Nintoku fury was showing as his body tensed up, his knuckles turning bone white as he dug his nails into his palm. The fact that her strength and technique were non existent only added salt to the wound to his pride.
He took a deep breathe, closing his eyes. He was furious, yes, but he was not about to stoop down to the level of a Mantis. His eyes set on Butaj and he nodded, expecting the Moto to simply toss away the girl.
He would deal with her in due time.
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Stepping back
Ide trained in reading the body language of others, though Amaya was still in the early stages of her schooling, but it didn't take an Ide to read the tension that corded through the Lion's body. The fact that he had removed his upper garment meant that the carriage of his shoulders and neck were plain for anyone who cared to observe and Amaya did care.
She folded her fan as she softly approached the fury in a man's skin, drawing closer the way one might near an angry dog... or lion. She reached out and gently touched the folded fan to one of Matsu's fists. "Lion-Sama?" her voice was soft and delicate, much like her small frame.