@comicsans_3 [She stops pulling. the spear stills, tip resting just enough to keep him in place.]
Very well.
If you won’t return it..
[Her grip tightens slightly.]
I’ll take it back.
[In one swift motion, she releases his collar and reaches for him, searching for where he’s stashed it.]
@comicsans_3@CrimsonJia It Was NOT A Smirk Of Joy. Moreso My Tollerance For You Cracking Bit By Bit. Ehh, Why Am I Even Entertaining This? It Won't Matter Anyway. *Maxwell Looks Away, Troubled By Something*
@comicsans_3 [She goes still for a moment. Then|without a word, she steps forward.]
[The spear shifts. nNot striking, but lowering just enough to hook the collar of his clothing.]
[With a single, precise motion, she drags him forward off his seat.]
Return it.
@comicsans_3 [Silence.]
[Her gaze hardens into something cold and unwavering. Expression tightening into something sharp beneath the calm.]
[Slowly, deliberately, she draws her spear.]