[ It's predictable, that when Quetz called out to him, he offered her something of a tip of his head, a too-open eye staring right at her, when he smirked, as if what she said was funny. He was, after all, merely human, and had far too often in Kenos encountered creatures that were too strong, too great, and far more powerful than he could ever imagine for himself. Even summoning a sword was ludicrous to a man who had lived for his entire life in a small, underground city that was like Zaun.
He had learned to live with this discomfort and use what he had. People could call him a coward all they wanted, but he was a small, weak man, who had used whatever power at his disposal to become the equivalent to a king in the undercity, and that made him powerful. Taking it personally was of course in his nature -- but when he had the upper hand? -- Never. His fingers around the knife, he watched, one hand itching just to pull a cigar out to smoke while the shimmered person finished her off, his mind mostly on controlling the shimmered person, doing the heavy lifting for him.
Though, his concentration meant that the sword wasn't clocked until it was nearly upon him. He turned away, tried to move, but he's slow compared to the rest of them, and it cleaved a deep gash into his arm, and he hissed, reaching up to slap at the wound with his free hand. ]
-Gah -- Get her!
[ He barked, his fingers clasped around the wound, though he didn't intend to spend much time letting her try that again.
He nudged the Shimmered person with his power, commanded them to try and grab her, and hold her this time, his very intention lie in that injured arm, where there was still a knife clasped in his hand, held tight. ]
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He had learned to live with this discomfort and use what he had. People could call him a coward all they wanted, but he was a small, weak man, who had used whatever power at his disposal to become the equivalent to a king in the undercity, and that made him powerful. Taking it personally was of course in his nature -- but when he had the upper hand? -- Never. His fingers around the knife, he watched, one hand itching just to pull a cigar out to smoke while the shimmered person finished her off, his mind mostly on controlling the shimmered person, doing the heavy lifting for him.
Though, his concentration meant that the sword wasn't clocked until it was nearly upon him. He turned away, tried to move, but he's slow compared to the rest of them, and it cleaved a deep gash into his arm, and he hissed, reaching up to slap at the wound with his free hand. ]
-Gah -- Get her!
[ He barked, his fingers clasped around the wound, though he didn't intend to spend much time letting her try that again.
He nudged the Shimmered person with his power, commanded them to try and grab her, and hold her this time, his very intention lie in that injured arm, where there was still a knife clasped in his hand, held tight. ]