[ Staring him down got her to the conclusion that although he looked defenseless, he didn't seem to feel that he was defenseless. And that made all the difference.
Apollo rolls her shoulders, a rather smug look on her face the whole time. But then that voice is in her head, and she can't stop the chill that runs down her spine or the first look of real displeasure that takes over her features - in fact, a noise not unlike the hiss of an angry cat escapes her throat in response to the voice as well. By her reaction it's not hard to tell she's not a fan of the telepathy thing, but she is quick to bite back any further discomfort. ] Neither will I! [ And then she's leaping from the tombstone to the ground and lunging forward the second her feet touch the dirt with the intention of landing a hit to his jaw. ]
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Apollo rolls her shoulders, a rather smug look on her face the whole time. But then that voice is in her head, and she can't stop the chill that runs down her spine or the first look of real displeasure that takes over her features - in fact, a noise not unlike the hiss of an angry cat escapes her throat in response to the voice as well. By her reaction it's not hard to tell she's not a fan of the telepathy thing, but she is quick to bite back any further discomfort. ] Neither will I! [ And then she's leaping from the tombstone to the ground and lunging forward the second her feet touch the dirt with the intention of landing a hit to his jaw. ]