The casual brutality of it makes Nari suck a breath through her teeth. As does the skill with which it is achieved. She'd not seen him with sword and shield before, only admired the tranquil form of his archery. She'd known, of course, that he was a Templar, and that Templar were soldiers, but it's hard to reconcile the furtive skittish Cade she knows with soldier. With that kind of soldier.

Maybe it isn't him. He's far enough away that his edges blend. (No, it is.)

Almost without thinking, her feet are following him, the lines of her body cautious.