[Despite the dark arts crawling over his skin and rushing underneath it in his blood, screaming for him to simply let go and give these youths no more chances to spread their stupidity, Rhus bites down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to nearly draw blood. Still he controls himself from letting himself go and becoming addicted to the powerful rush and euphoria of dark magic, despite the pain. If he drew blood however, that would have been more dangerous.
But he relaxes his jaw enough to speak, and takes his blade from his back, his magic beginning to crawl all over it.]
That one's mine.
[He sounds so much like he's ready to maim the Green male. Or break him completely.
He stalks towards the boy, and quickly drives a fist and an elbow into the boy's gut in quick succession, dropping him to the ground. Then the Miqo'te stabs the ground between the Blood male's legs with his greatsword.]
Try an' run or fight back, an' I'll more than just ruin your bollocks.
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But he relaxes his jaw enough to speak, and takes his blade from his back, his magic beginning to crawl all over it.]
That one's mine.
[He sounds so much like he's ready to maim the Green male. Or break him completely.
He stalks towards the boy, and quickly drives a fist and an elbow into the boy's gut in quick succession, dropping him to the ground. Then the Miqo'te stabs the ground between the Blood male's legs with his greatsword.]
Try an' run or fight back, an' I'll more than just ruin your bollocks.