Her patience for his insults is over. The dagger at his throat is pulled back for the briefest moment before she slashes up his face with it. True, his beard is in her hand, but it can grow back - his face has plenty of space to show that mark until he's able to get to a healer for it. Any blood that comes from it can also stain his clothes. All signs, if only temporary, of her small victory.
"Knowing the difference between what my world can and can't handle is not weakness, nor is it a failure on my part to proceed with caution! Some of us fucking think before we act on a scale of that magnitude!"
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Her patience for his insults is over. The dagger at his throat is pulled back for the briefest moment before she slashes up his face with it. True, his beard is in her hand, but it can grow back - his face has plenty of space to show that mark until he's able to get to a healer for it. Any blood that comes from it can also stain his clothes. All signs, if only temporary, of her small victory.
"Knowing the difference between what my world can and can't handle is not weakness, nor is it a failure on my part to proceed with caution! Some of us fucking think before we act on a scale of that magnitude!"