â -Â By now what this could be considered was an amateur level of mistake in his eyes. Normally within Radiant Garden, the large scale defense system leaned into Soraâs scale of trust, becoming a component to expect. Needless to say his shoulder paid the price with a familiar yet stinging wound as the metallic fury of steel claws stripped a scar across his skin before a new flurry of hearts were freed to the skies. For all intent and purpose, the way he comes to react to it in turn could be a touch unnatural, just giving it a blink stare after the initial wince.
âYeah.. Guess I did. Something must be up with my friend Tron, like the defense system is out of order for now..â He muses, lips quirked before the bigger forethought of their reaction to all of this comes to mind. Perking up, the best that could be offered is a swift shake of the head. âI mean, itâs not too much to worry about! Youâre okay, and I only got a lil scratch out of this deal, I say we basically made bank with the odds Maâam.â
âJust means I need to make a run to the potion shop, properly. There isnât a hair harmed upon your head, is it?â At least his tenacity for pain was revealed. Still, that angry slit of red seeping a smidgen of his blood down the shoulder had itâs own case to make.