That only earns a sideways glance from Henry, the cloth covering the lower half of his face obscuring his halfhearted smirk. At least crassness aside, he doesn't seem too unpleasant. He's run into people who're much worse (coughTraviscough).
As the horse dies by Midnighter's blade, he tells himself to make this quick. They're in a war zone, not some dark back alley where not just anyone could bumble in on them. Though he's more worried about looking foolish in front of this stranger if his attempt to cut through a man's neck fails yet again. So embarrassing.
The crusader continues to struggle, trying to slip out from under the crushing weight of the now-dead horse. Even if the man managed to escape, there'd be nowhere to go, and Henry doesn't like to linger. He plants the heel of his boot against the man's jaw with enough force to lay him flat for a brief second before swinging the blade down against the sliver of an opening to his neck. It's no doubt that Henry is very much OK with killing, perhaps finds a bit of glee in it. Being in a war is different from what he's used to, so it's a new experience. That's always fun.
"I'll stick to efficiency, thanks." He removes the blade that's lodged into the ground beneath the bloody mess with some satisfaction, examining the still-sharp edge. "And forgo the mess if I can avoid it."
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As the horse dies by Midnighter's blade, he tells himself to make this quick. They're in a war zone, not some dark back alley where not just anyone could bumble in on them. Though he's more worried about looking foolish in front of this stranger if his attempt to cut through a man's neck fails yet again. So embarrassing.
The crusader continues to struggle, trying to slip out from under the crushing weight of the now-dead horse. Even if the man managed to escape, there'd be nowhere to go, and Henry doesn't like to linger. He plants the heel of his boot against the man's jaw with enough force to lay him flat for a brief second before swinging the blade down against the sliver of an opening to his neck. It's no doubt that Henry is very much OK with killing, perhaps finds a bit of glee in it. Being in a war is different from what he's used to, so it's a new experience. That's always fun.
"I'll stick to efficiency, thanks." He removes the blade that's lodged into the ground beneath the bloody mess with some satisfaction, examining the still-sharp edge. "And forgo the mess if I can avoid it."