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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-01-26 01:37 am (UTC)

[ It takes a second for the insult to sink in, and once it does― well. The man flushes red, and attempts another kick that lands across Astarion's forearms instead of his stomach. Bad aim. As far as goons go, this one obviously has more experience being shoved around than the opposite.

"I should kick your godsdamned teeth out," he hisses, and crouches next to Astarion for another poorly-aimed slap to his face. Not even a punch. Fingers dent into Astarion's cheek as the footman grabs his face, tugging him up so that they're almost nose-to-nose.

Speaking of. It's a wonder how he hasn't noticed Astarion's fangs.

"You think a little fire at the docks is going to save you? Loredo's gonna have fun mauling you before he throws your body in the river."

(Above them, a window opens. Iorveth drops into the first floor kitchen; he slinks through the chaos of the mansion, holding three men at knifepoint before one of them finally tells him that they have a prisoner being kept in the basement. Iorveth kills him and piles his body on top of the others in the broom closet, then makes his way through the corridor, shooting two other men in short range with a crossbow before finally finding the door leading down into the cellar.

He walks soundlessly down, down. Sopping wet and covered in blood, he looks the part of the unhinged monster who kills humans for sport.)
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