[ An unfamiliar man's voice cuts through Dayyid's threats, and he glances back at Istredd with uncertainty. His lapse is brief, and he continues opening up small cuts in space, fast enough that the birds barely have a chance to reform before they are sliced in half again.
It's an effort, one that's causing him to start to noticeably sweat at his brow after a few minutes. The voices are silenced, though - and at some point Kahlil's face has shifted, tattoos on his eyelid and forehead, the scar from an old wound that must've once split his mouth from ear to ear. These creatures aren't hurting them in any tangible way, but he seems determined to destroy them before they can continue to say anything else.
He almost seems to forget Istredd is there at all. ]
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It's an effort, one that's causing him to start to noticeably sweat at his brow after a few minutes. The voices are silenced, though - and at some point Kahlil's face has shifted, tattoos on his eyelid and forehead, the scar from an old wound that must've once split his mouth from ear to ear. These creatures aren't hurting them in any tangible way, but he seems determined to destroy them before they can continue to say anything else.
He almost seems to forget Istredd is there at all. ]