"You're making the choice to not see how she confronted me," Tiger pointed out, eyebrow arching. "Only you don't know it's a choice-- oh." The boy didn't move, but suddenly Tiger's fingers were only touching each other before her, and her tessen was gone as if it had never been there at all. She fanned her fingers out instead, but this was the only outward sign of surprise, what was visible of her face as much as a solid mask as the gold that covered it.
So be it. She took the last step and a half, balancing on her toes, between them, reaching forward to touch her fingertips to the blue orb that she knew kept them separated. "You would hide in here and let her be beaten," Li Hua said, gently as she caressed the shield, like she might seduce him out with a sigh of disappointment that could be corrected so easily.