In just a few seconds, Perón cannot see. It's alarming, and he tenses before he forces it from his mind: he must remain calm, focused. He must not make himself an easy target. They want to take his sight? Then he won't use it.
He closes his eyes, and listens. He can hear the laughter. He holsters his gun, and draws his knife. The blade is iron - he didn't know if the metal would do extra damage against anyone not of Tiwa's race, but regardless of what it is made of, the blade is still sharp and can hurt anything vulnerable to torn flesh. He lunges toward the laughter, and thrusts the knife forward hard.
[OOC: I have no objection to relatively minor injuries; nothing life-threatening, but flesh wounds are okay.]
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Re: Second Team
Date: 2009-03-28 04:58 am (UTC)He closes his eyes, and listens. He can hear the laughter. He holsters his gun, and draws his knife. The blade is iron - he didn't know if the metal would do extra damage against anyone not of Tiwa's race, but regardless of what it is made of, the blade is still sharp and can hurt anything vulnerable to torn flesh. He lunges toward the laughter, and thrusts the knife forward hard.
[OOC: I have no objection to relatively minor injuries; nothing life-threatening, but flesh wounds are okay.]