[They're not impressive throws, and perhaps he could teach her a thing or two about dramatic flair if they're not even going to meet their mark—either way, he holds out a palm in surrender, tension in his posture gradually loosening once he sees each throw miss, at least until he has to dodge another teacup.]
I'm not here to harm you!
[He is grateful that axe has remained untouched, that's for sure.]
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I'm not here to harm you!
[He is grateful that axe has remained untouched, that's for sure.]