[ The interruption causes both men turn to regard the intruder, though their expressions couldn't be more different. Dayyid regards him with unmasked scorn. Kahlil has the look of someone punched in the gut, his startled gaze flitting from Rio, to the Hexclaw, to Viktor. He opens his mouth to say something, from the look in his eyes most likely a plea for Viktor to leave - but Dayyid speaks first, turning from Viktor to address his former acolyte. ]
You condemned us to death, and now you let them call you a god... [ Dayyid's face contorts in his rage. ] Sinful, wretched boy, do you let this cripple debase you as well? I'll see you both dead before I -
[ Dayyid's words are cut off by the black blade in Kahlil's hand, the yasi'halaun, as he plunges it into his mentor's chest. Shock and disbelief color Dayyid's paling features, as though he didn't expect his student to do anything but cower and take his beating. His body crumples to the ground, twitching for a few seconds - and then he vanishes, as though he was never there at all except for the blood on the stone floor. Kahlil stares at it blankly, still grasping his sword. ]
cw: homophobic and ableist language
You condemned us to death, and now you let them call you a god... [ Dayyid's face contorts in his rage. ] Sinful, wretched boy, do you let this cripple debase you as well? I'll see you both dead before I -
[ Dayyid's words are cut off by the black blade in Kahlil's hand, the yasi'halaun, as he plunges it into his mentor's chest. Shock and disbelief color Dayyid's paling features, as though he didn't expect his student to do anything but cower and take his beating. His body crumples to the ground, twitching for a few seconds - and then he vanishes, as though he was never there at all except for the blood on the stone floor. Kahlil stares at it blankly, still grasping his sword. ]