[ She might not notice the plate shift to a knife, but he does. And when the viper curls its way up her body to bare its fangs in warning, he flinches slightly. Nothing can truly kill him in the place, only banish him back to reality. But it the venom in his veins will still hurt, as would being torn apart by Geralt's massive wolf.
He appreciates the warning, even if it's a little late for that.
Kahlil watches her, raising both hands in the air to signal his intent, or lack of it. He closes his eyes and one hand passes over his face. His features stay the same, but there are now Prayerscars on his forehead, his eyelids, the backs of his hands. From both ends of his mouth extends a jagged scar, nearly ear to ear. Only a handful of people here have seen this face, these scars, these tattoos.
Just as slowly as that, he kneels down, head bowed.
If she wants to get rid of him, she will have to use her weapons. ]
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He appreciates the warning, even if it's a little late for that.
Kahlil watches her, raising both hands in the air to signal his intent, or lack of it. He closes his eyes and one hand passes over his face. His features stay the same, but there are now Prayerscars on his forehead, his eyelids, the backs of his hands. From both ends of his mouth extends a jagged scar, nearly ear to ear. Only a handful of people here have seen this face, these scars, these tattoos.
Just as slowly as that, he kneels down, head bowed.
If she wants to get rid of him, she will have to use her weapons. ]