You attacked me, girl. What's the matter with you?
[Was it an affliction of the city or something else? He risked a look at his arm, at the blood soaking into his sleeve with... tendrils? No, it was just the frayed fabric where she bit him, wasn't it?
He raised his knife between them, willing to stab her if she came at him again. He held his ground, keeping close to the stool in case he had to throw it at her and then there was the bar he could scramble over to retreat.]
You come at me again, and I will slit your throat. [She would not be the first, but he had kept such violence to himself for the most part.] This isn't the city... is it?
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[Was it an affliction of the city or something else? He risked a look at his arm, at the blood soaking into his sleeve with... tendrils? No, it was just the frayed fabric where she bit him, wasn't it?
He raised his knife between them, willing to stab her if she came at him again. He held his ground, keeping close to the stool in case he had to throw it at her and then there was the bar he could scramble over to retreat.]
You come at me again, and I will slit your throat. [She would not be the first, but he had kept such violence to himself for the most part.] This isn't the city... is it?