[Training] it all falls down

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife As the Fae took flight and drew her bow, Amun glared at her. Snarling, he raised his free hand. A pulse of electricity shot from his palm; his target wasn't the woman herself, but her weapon. Although an arrow probably wouldn't slow him down in the slightest unless she hit a joint, he didn't want to risk it. He let out a laugh that was more like a cackle than anything else. "Talk? Well I'd love to, but I seriously doubt your fucking allies ever give anyone the option to talk." Still running towards her, he growled. "So why should I talk to you, hm?' He narrowed his eyes at her.