[ It's only instinct that has Dorian stepping to one side, away from the spray of blood that spurts out around the blade. He does not want a face full of the stuff, thank you all the same. ]
The mage. [ He says it a tad breathlessly, and he leans against his staff, panting. ] Namely, me.
Thank you, by the way. [ Even leaning against his staff as he is, Dorian is wary, tensed to act. Hopefully the young man is content with that kill and isn't looking for another. ]
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The mage. [ He says it a tad breathlessly, and he leans against his staff, panting. ] Namely, me.
Thank you, by the way. [ Even leaning against his staff as he is, Dorian is wary, tensed to act. Hopefully the young man is content with that kill and isn't looking for another. ]