[Normally the quiet hours of the night mean he could train while Lavi slept. But no Lavi and a ship full of annoying bastards means he had to wait even longer to do so...
Except, it seems, he hadn't waited late enough.
He can hear the faint reverberation of steps on steel flooring, hear them stop at the door, but then that name. Spoken so carelessly, and by someone he's barely been introduced to.
And a Qreshi, no less.
His reaction is instantaneous - hand tightening around the wooden sword in hand, as he shifts into a half-spin, draws his hand back, and puts a good bit of force behind the sweeping strike towards the interloper's face. Muscles strain as he pulls the blow, sights down the line of the blade, his gaze icy and hard with a preternaturally calm hate.]
Say that name again, and I'll cut your fucking head off.
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Except, it seems, he hadn't waited late enough.
He can hear the faint reverberation of steps on steel flooring, hear them stop at the door, but then that name. Spoken so carelessly, and by someone he's barely been introduced to.
And a Qreshi, no less.
His reaction is instantaneous - hand tightening around the wooden sword in hand, as he shifts into a half-spin, draws his hand back, and puts a good bit of force behind the sweeping strike towards the interloper's face. Muscles strain as he pulls the blow, sights down the line of the blade, his gaze icy and hard with a preternaturally calm hate.]
Say that name again, and I'll cut your fucking head off.