[ Big, meaty paws for hands, a thin sheen of sweat on him, lumpy, ill-fitting armor (or worse, perhaps the armor is well-fitting, and the man is just shaped like that). Even from a totally superficial standpoint, the man is horrendous, but knowing what he did—and planned to do—to Iorveth makes him even worse.
Astarion scowls before fading into the darkness, one with the shadows. The altercation they'd had before put him entirely out of his comfort zone, but this is where he thrives: hidden, in control of when to strike. How many dark alleyways did he disappear into in his previous life? He's an expert at it by now.
He doesn't bother with taunts, although part of him wants to. Seeing the life drain out of the soldier's eyes is more important, so he keeps deathly quiet until the moment that he's right behind him, taking one more step to close the distance—
"Who's there?" the man calls, turning to face him just in time for Astarion to shove his blade into his throat. Blood spurts from his arteries, and he falls to his knees as he gurgles. ]
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[ Big, meaty paws for hands, a thin sheen of sweat on him, lumpy, ill-fitting armor (or worse, perhaps the armor is well-fitting, and the man is just shaped like that). Even from a totally superficial standpoint, the man is horrendous, but knowing what he did—and planned to do—to Iorveth makes him even worse.
Astarion scowls before fading into the darkness, one with the shadows. The altercation they'd had before put him entirely out of his comfort zone, but this is where he thrives: hidden, in control of when to strike. How many dark alleyways did he disappear into in his previous life? He's an expert at it by now.
He doesn't bother with taunts, although part of him wants to. Seeing the life drain out of the soldier's eyes is more important, so he keeps deathly quiet until the moment that he's right behind him, taking one more step to close the distance—
"Who's there?" the man calls, turning to face him just in time for Astarion to shove his blade into his throat. Blood spurts from his arteries, and he falls to his knees as he gurgles. ]