* Had it not been for the incoming pitter patter of steps running, Novaa would never sense the individual at all. Of course, she had a fraction of martial arts practice .. and a tank experience full on street fighting. She'd grab the user by their wrist and use the other to constrict them against the usage of using the dagger. *
❝ Heya! ― 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙘𝙝𝙖 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚-𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧? ❞
* Another arm grabbed the waist, suplexing the user, with quite the bit of effort put in.. She was rather small, and considerably skinny- though somehow able to naturally defend herself from a blade. With a loud smack against the floor, Novaa stared with her emerald eyes.. waiting for a response. *
❝ ― Gosh.. You're not 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, aren't ya..? ❞