[ As it turns out, the human is not completely wrong in his assumption; it is a machine approaching around the corner, investigating the commotion. Just not the one he thinks.
When the pipe swings at Arid's head, her response is immediate: she raises her hand in front of her, stopping the blow with an echoing clang. Her grasp closes around the pipe and she attempts to rip it away from whatever would-be assailant had made the attack—or, if they will not relinquish the weapon, drag them out into the open where they might be identified. ]
afraid of the dark, 2!
When the pipe swings at Arid's head, her response is immediate: she raises her hand in front of her, stopping the blow with an echoing clang. Her grasp closes around the pipe and she attempts to rip it away from whatever would-be assailant had made the attack—or, if they will not relinquish the weapon, drag them out into the open where they might be identified. ]