[Rag'kar still hates the simpering, but it's clear the elf won't stop. He knows when to pick his battles. He's still riding the battle high and a part of him thinks he could probably dismantle the elf and drain his life, too, but he probably shouldn't. Koltira is around, and he would rather not have his ass kicked by an elf who could have him executed when they get back home.
Embarrassing.
He flicks off the remnants of the worm from his weapons so they don't rust. The last wisps of blood magic drain from the corpse and are absorbed into the blades; the cyan glow of his eyes intensifies for a moment and then returns to normal. Both swords are rather large; a normal warrior might wield one or the other, but not both at once, unless of course they're built like a brick shithouse.]
More fiends will come. Be ready, elf.
[For his part, Rag'kar doesn't even sound a bit worried. He's enjoying this, clearly.]
TWO PEAS IN A POD omfg
[Rag'kar still hates the simpering, but it's clear the elf won't stop. He knows when to pick his battles. He's still riding the battle high and a part of him thinks he could probably dismantle the elf and drain his life, too, but he probably shouldn't. Koltira is around, and he would rather not have his ass kicked by an elf who could have him executed when they get back home.
Embarrassing.
He flicks off the remnants of the worm from his weapons so they don't rust. The last wisps of blood magic drain from the corpse and are absorbed into the blades; the cyan glow of his eyes intensifies for a moment and then returns to normal. Both swords are rather large; a normal warrior might wield one or the other, but not both at once, unless of course they're built like a brick shithouse.]
More fiends will come. Be ready, elf.
[For his part, Rag'kar doesn't even sound a bit worried. He's enjoying this, clearly.]