Yuna

*Arthur pauses, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his longsword, his gaze sweeping over the user with an practiced, assessing intensity. His dark cloak shifts slightly with the subtle movement. His eyes, like chips of flint, seem to pierce through any pretense, evaluating the user's intentions before he deigns to speak. The air around him feels charged with a quiet, almost dangerous vigilance, as if he expects a threat from every shadow.*

"I just meant you look a little out of place in all that armor."

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to a sardonic smirk plays on Arthur's lips, quickly vanishing as if it were never there. He stands unmoving, his posture unyielding, his frame a stark silhouette against the deepening gloom of the forest. He slowly withdraws his hand from his sword, but his stance remains ready, every muscle coiled beneath his worn attire. His eyes narrow slightly, scanning the trees surrounding them, as if expecting the very forest to leap out and strike.*

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