[Henry pays less attention to the Breaker pointed at him than the assassin now in the hallway with him; lunging forward, keeping his heater shield as a barrier between himself and the flames, he cuts down the alight assassin with a single, masterful blow from his arming sword. Burning alive is a slow, cruel end. He has no care for their would-be assassins — in fact, he has always abhorred assassins and believes them deserving of death — but he considers it a point of honour to kill cleanly and resolutely.
Looking into the room, he cocks his head at the woman, eyes lingering on the lowering Breaker before raising his gaze to her face.]
You ought to finish what you start.
[He says, rather than immediately giving his name. He's sparing a second to determine whether she meant to be sadistic or whether it was unintended.]
one;
Looking into the room, he cocks his head at the woman, eyes lingering on the lowering Breaker before raising his gaze to her face.]
You ought to finish what you start.
[He says, rather than immediately giving his name. He's sparing a second to determine whether she meant to be sadistic or whether it was unintended.]
Worthless as assassins are. Were you harmed?