[Rhus inhales, winces from pain despite not being injured or ill, before he takes his blade from his back. Once more, he executes the same fluid jump from before, but this time trailing something that looks like dark smoke or smog interspersed with red sparks.
His landing is much heavier as well, cracking and breaking wooden crates under his body and blade as he makes contact with them.
And when he looks up at the mercenaries, it's with a grin, blood trailing from a cut on his lips-- a self-inflicted bite where the dark magic comes from.]
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[Rhus inhales, winces from pain despite not being injured or ill, before he takes his blade from his back. Once more, he executes the same fluid jump from before, but this time trailing something that looks like dark smoke or smog interspersed with red sparks.
His landing is much heavier as well, cracking and breaking wooden crates under his body and blade as he makes contact with them.
And when he looks up at the mercenaries, it's with a grin, blood trailing from a cut on his lips-- a self-inflicted bite where the dark magic comes from.]