Nhalki's eyes dart between the roegadyn, the hyur and the fallen crate. Her left hand curls around a throwing knife. Her eyes halt on the roegadyn's pugilist arms.
No wounds. I don't think I can take both of them...Â
The hyur stands and confronts her with unusual calm. She scans him for a weapon as he speaks. She barely hears him through her frenzy, aside from his final threat. In her state, she takes it as a threat, gold eyes opening wide in anger.
Let's see what you can do.
Swiftly, but roughly rather than gracefully, she hurls two knives toward him. She leans forward, and sprints toward him, body close to the ground, and another knife primed to slash upward in the direction of his throat.
No wounds. I don't think I can take both of them...Â
The hyur stands and confronts her with unusual calm. She scans him for a weapon as he speaks. She barely hears him through her frenzy, aside from his final threat. In her state, she takes it as a threat, gold eyes opening wide in anger.
Let's see what you can do.
Swiftly, but roughly rather than gracefully, she hurls two knives toward him. She leans forward, and sprints toward him, body close to the ground, and another knife primed to slash upward in the direction of his throat.
