-Sventu stumbles back towards them, but has pretty obviously figured that you're the source, Solace-
Ah- magic! Nice work!
-doesn't seem quite as surprised as he perhaps should be-
-Pygma still doesn't move, but now seems to be watching with interest-
-Sventu is now walking towards you, Solace, with the knife-
... Although it seems you have- aggravated things...
edited 13th Jul '17 7:33:59 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-at an estimate, with its' state of rust and decay despite Lambaros' best efforts-
-it was fast and incredibly dangerous once, probably an expert assassin-
-now it just seems more akin to a zombie with a knife-
Do you think you'll be al right taking care of this, Solace...? I'm not- much a man of the fight... not these days anyhow.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-with the whirring and clicking, some parts of rust sound like they're breaking off slightly, as if use is slowly oiling it up to get faster-
-it tries to make up the distance to Solace, to swipe, seemingly towards the throat, in a very clearly not combat-trained way-
-more murder-trained, if that makes sense-
I- ah- -Lambaros awkwardly makes his way to Pygma's position to watch-
See you must have it handled...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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edited 13th Jul '17 7:29:55 PM by Randomman5