The blade met it's target. How could it not? Splitting Tyn right between the eyes and then some, as her body ripped in two.

A brief moment of silence, before a yawn came from above, Tyn lounging on a branch.

"You think so little of me to show myself in front of some jumpy blade-happy tike?"
There's a moment of silence, perhaps contemplation in how to properly torture this creature.

And then it's flung out: a blade of searing purple energy, aimed right for their eyes. The woman hadn't even moved, it seemed.

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