[He knows better than to let himself think beyond what is necessary right now. But the relief on the youngest looking head is plain. He isn’t a fool.
It’s the only thought he has time for when one of the other heads snaps at him. He thrusts his arm up, covered in thick ice as his chains slither about him. The moment it bites down on the ice he draws a true knife with his other hand.
And slashes with the precision of an assassin to cut its throat. His face is a blank mask but he can hear the rain. Nehan is a friend and any one of them having to be put down like this would tear at his gentle heart.
Tonight his dreams will be of rain slicked roads and death.
He takes a slash to the side and the pain is bright but his blood seals over it quickly. The better to reinforce the weapon that he is.]
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It’s the only thought he has time for when one of the other heads snaps at him. He thrusts his arm up, covered in thick ice as his chains slither about him. The moment it bites down on the ice he draws a true knife with his other hand.
And slashes with the precision of an assassin to cut its throat. His face is a blank mask but he can hear the rain. Nehan is a friend and any one of them having to be put down like this would tear at his gentle heart.
Tonight his dreams will be of rain slicked roads and death.
He takes a slash to the side and the pain is bright but his blood seals over it quickly. The better to reinforce the weapon that he is.]