[It’s a flash of steel, the motion quick, and the pressure of something sharp digging into his flesh. Pain blossoms weakly behind that thick veil, echoing at a distance — telling Ardyn that something has sundered skin and muscle. The dagger has met its mark, but all he can do is smile. Cold and inviting, and instead of crimson blood, something dark ekes from his fresh wound. A black ichor, with smoke-like miasma rising from the injury itself.
It seems like this rabbit has fangs. Ardyn’s white teeth behind the smile flash with every word.]
I’m a man who holds grudges.
[His sword disappears in a crack of magic, crystalline and shattering into nothingness. It frees his hand to grasp at the hilt of the dagger, not caring if the other is still holding tight to the weapon. Ardyn pulls, in an attempt to retract it from his flesh, and it’s obvious in this singular moment that something violent has shifted in the atmosphere. One way or another, he’s going to return the favor.
He assumes the other is ready to turn tail. Ardyn will attempt to wrench the dagger away from Zain if he's successful in swiftly removing it from his arm.]
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It seems like this rabbit has fangs. Ardyn’s white teeth behind the smile flash with every word.]
I’m a man who holds grudges.
[His sword disappears in a crack of magic, crystalline and shattering into nothingness. It frees his hand to grasp at the hilt of the dagger, not caring if the other is still holding tight to the weapon. Ardyn pulls, in an attempt to retract it from his flesh, and it’s obvious in this singular moment that something violent has shifted in the atmosphere. One way or another, he’s going to return the favor.
He assumes the other is ready to turn tail. Ardyn will attempt to wrench the dagger away from Zain if he's successful in swiftly removing it from his arm.]