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Well.. mindrape innocent girl more?
He could feel the blood, but it was not debilitating. Not even in the least. Silvano fumbled for the fallen dagger and gripped the hilt with fingers red and sticky from touching his own wound. He would have his sister tend him when this man was dead and he had gotten Giselle back inside. The hilt was warm in his hand, both from his blood and from the man's grasp of it. Vysengi looked at the man holding his dagger and gave a dark look at the wolf handling his precious dagger. "Return that, 'tis not for the likes of you," hissed the man. Silvano gave a cocky grin, ignoring the pain his backside was making.
The two of them launched at each other, the AniWayan down a dagger and the Dreamer bearing that weapon high. The two crossed blades, but it was clearly the slightly taller, slightly larger male who was winning here. His blows were far more ferocious than ever, as he rained down the cuts. The AniWayan hardly knew what to do with himself. It seemed to last forever, even as the blood fury in the Sadira's eyes started to fade as his body grew tired and weaker from both mild blood loss and sheer exhaustion.
Vysengi smelled his own blood coming from multiple wounds on his hands and arms. The Dreamer proved to be such a strong opponent. He was hurting, everything stung, but still he pushed on. Silvano managed to cut the man's arm, severing his muscles controlling the arm with the last dagger. The crystal thing fell to the dirt, and the raider chanced a glance down at the fallen dagger, and then back at his arm, before he found that his neck was in a flurry of pain, and red. Blood flooded his vision as Silvano lodged his bone dagger into the man's neck. Blood spilled from the puncture as the artery was severed. Silvano's vision cleared as the stranger's fogged up and disappeared. The red splattered all over his hands as the AniWayan crumbled to the ground. The dagger remained in the neck of the dead wolf. Silvano simply took the daggers he had dropped and claimed them for his own, as prizes.
Silvano stepped away from the corpse, feeling almost tired beyond belief. "Giselle..," he said softly, crouching beside the woman.
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