It doesn't take much effort to raise his good arm - the one that still houses the pen - and for the dagger to immediately materialize, the point of the blade meeting the flesh of Fandaniel's abdomen and shoving. It doesn't have the power it could, but it will make him bleed, and it will make him hurt, and maybe it would remind him of his place--]
Have I? [A choking laugh of a response, utterly humorless.]
Be glad th... this wasn't meant for you. If you threaten any of them again, I will change my mind.
[And with that, the blade dematerializes once more, leaving only the wound behind.]
[ Fandaniel gives a sharp hiss, a gasp as pain cuts through his middle and radiates out from there. Right, the pen, the damn pen, which isn't a pen at all! He lurches away once he feels it vanish again, staggering back a step as blood begins to stain his shirt is in a second place now.
He looks down, staring at it as the stain grows...
If there are rose petals mixed in there as well, Solomon will never know, as his shirt is tucked primly into his work pants, and they will no doubt catch against the fabric. Still, he stares, having the audacity to look surprised for that barest of moments. ]
...I see.
[ He should kill him. He should kill him. He should kill him, and the thought is clear as his fingers clench around the scalpel again, for one second, two, and then he forces a breath out and merely steps forth for the door. ]
Leave Nishi alone, Solomon. I will not ask again.
[ As ever, he can only focus on that. It is single-minded. Then he forces the door open, even if he has to scrape Solomon aside to do so, as he plans to lurch away and lick his own wounds elsewhere. Let Solomon bleed out and die, or not. That is no longer up to Fandaniel. ]
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It doesn't take much effort to raise his good arm - the one that still houses the pen - and for the dagger to immediately materialize, the point of the blade meeting the flesh of Fandaniel's abdomen and shoving. It doesn't have the power it could, but it will make him bleed, and it will make him hurt, and maybe it would remind him of his place--]
Have I? [A choking laugh of a response, utterly humorless.]
Be glad th... this wasn't meant for you. If you threaten any of them again, I will change my mind.
[And with that, the blade dematerializes once more, leaving only the wound behind.]
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He looks down, staring at it as the stain grows...
If there are rose petals mixed in there as well, Solomon will never know, as his shirt is tucked primly into his work pants, and they will no doubt catch against the fabric. Still, he stares, having the audacity to look surprised for that barest of moments. ]
...I see.
[ He should kill him. He should kill him. He should kill him, and the thought is clear as his fingers clench around the scalpel again, for one second, two, and then he forces a breath out and merely steps forth for the door. ]
Leave Nishi alone, Solomon. I will not ask again.
[ As ever, he can only focus on that. It is single-minded. Then he forces the door open, even if he has to scrape Solomon aside to do so, as he plans to lurch away and lick his own wounds elsewhere. Let Solomon bleed out and die, or not. That is no longer up to Fandaniel. ]