[He knows the dagger's going to strike before he feels it slice open his skin.
You're dead rattles around in his head. Anger uncoils within him, frustrating at his own inability to do better. Failure is a natural part of progress, but he loathes it all the same. He falls back and catches his breath, touching his wound briefly to tell how extreme it is. Not too bad. Probably won't even scar.
He knows he'll get sloppy if he lets his emotions take over. He reconsiders, assesses. This time when he makes a strike, he goes for Fenris' hand. To disarm him -- or wound him more -- will buy him some safety to make a more serious attack.]
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You're dead rattles around in his head. Anger uncoils within him, frustrating at his own inability to do better. Failure is a natural part of progress, but he loathes it all the same. He falls back and catches his breath, touching his wound briefly to tell how extreme it is. Not too bad. Probably won't even scar.
He knows he'll get sloppy if he lets his emotions take over. He reconsiders, assesses. This time when he makes a strike, he goes for Fenris' hand. To disarm him -- or wound him more -- will buy him some safety to make a more serious attack.]