[ He does pause to glance at the hands that are gripping onto his coat. He can actually hear how the material of his clothes are ripping under Ciarán Cú's hands. His gaze lifts to the other's face -- he can smell the poison once more in the other's mouth.
His fingers flex as he wonders if a strike from Bajiquan is strong enough to injure a person in this world. Indeed, the fire that burned into his back at seeing the Servant faded, because Ciarán Cú is no longer a Servant. He's flesh and blood and mortal. It is enough to ease some of his concerns of immediate death. He might still die, but, well...
He supposes that if push comes to shove ... he'll find that out himself if an ex-Executor can challenge an ex-Servant. ]
She means nothing to you, right? [ He shakes out his wrist as he prepares for a close-counter strike. ] Your actions say otherwise. As a priest, I have no intention of lying in order to soothe your heart. But also on principle, I have no desire to play along with your fantasy.
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[ He does pause to glance at the hands that are gripping onto his coat. He can actually hear how the material of his clothes are ripping under Ciarán Cú's hands. His gaze lifts to the other's face -- he can smell the poison once more in the other's mouth.
His fingers flex as he wonders if a strike from Bajiquan is strong enough to injure a person in this world. Indeed, the fire that burned into his back at seeing the Servant faded, because Ciarán Cú is no longer a Servant. He's flesh and blood and mortal. It is enough to ease some of his concerns of immediate death. He might still die, but, well...
He supposes that if push comes to shove ... he'll find that out himself if an ex-Executor can challenge an ex-Servant. ]
She means nothing to you, right? [ He shakes out his wrist as he prepares for a close-counter strike. ] Your actions say otherwise. As a priest, I have no intention of lying in order to soothe your heart. But also on principle, I have no desire to play along with your fantasy.