[Another man might also make a point taken pun. Chiron does not. He instead focuses on the now staggering soldier before him, and with a swift manuever, slams the man down onto the ground. It is precisely directed, and the force of the impact sends his helmet flying off into the distance. An exposed throat is much better to work with, and Chiron cuts it swiftly. The expected splurt of blood comes up, landing on Chiron's own armor, his exposed skin, his hair.
Satisfied that the man will not rise again, Chiron's gaze moves towards th soldiers in the distance. Their backs have begun to turn, giving the two the luxury of conversation on the battlefield.]
Have any of the servants in your faction been called here, or is it just you and I?
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[Another man might also make a point taken pun. Chiron does not. He instead focuses on the now staggering soldier before him, and with a swift manuever, slams the man down onto the ground. It is precisely directed, and the force of the impact sends his helmet flying off into the distance. An exposed throat is much better to work with, and Chiron cuts it swiftly. The expected splurt of blood comes up, landing on Chiron's own armor, his exposed skin, his hair.
Satisfied that the man will not rise again, Chiron's gaze moves towards th soldiers in the distance. Their backs have begun to turn, giving the two the luxury of conversation on the battlefield.]
Have any of the servants in your faction been called here, or is it just you and I?