[ It's a quick retreat for Amos; stab, then fall back, which means he doesn't actually get to draw blood. The price he pays for being cautious, but so far, nothing's actually the matter. Mild blows have been traded, but that's all.
Even if Amos is the one who has actually gotten hurt here so far, his teeth gritting as he remembers that sensation against his back. Fuck this, actually.
He continues to circle him still looking for an opening. His eyes are fixed at a point on Dextera's throat, not even bothering to look him in the eye as he responds. ]
These people are as good as dead. Cut your losses and move on.
[ His tone is harsh, cold, closed off. Maybe it's a warning to Dextera, too — Walk away and you won't end up dead. ]
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Even if Amos is the one who has actually gotten hurt here so far, his teeth gritting as he remembers that sensation against his back. Fuck this, actually.
He continues to circle him still looking for an opening. His eyes are fixed at a point on Dextera's throat, not even bothering to look him in the eye as he responds. ]
These people are as good as dead. Cut your losses and move on.
[ His tone is harsh, cold, closed off. Maybe it's a warning to Dextera, too — Walk away and you won't end up dead. ]