[ There's quite a few people who aren't bothered by his presence nor his generally cold manner. Trevor isn't someone he's keen on using his strength against nor is he going to bother trying to intimidate it -- somehow he feels like that would be an absolutely futile exercise.
The stupid question that fell out of Trevor's mouth is enough for Berserker to suddenly stop...and cut himself. The knife slips and cuts into the side of his wrist beneath a patch of scales there. It's quite sharp so blood already begins to well to the surface.
Annoying.
Berserker drops the knife and presses his hand against the wound. Did he bring some extra cloth with him...? ]
... You're an idiot, you know that? [ He flicks his blood-covered (partially his, partially deer) hand up towards Trevor, droplets of blood speckling the tree trunk. At least he was mostly done when he did this. ] A drink beforehand. A flight after. I didn't think I'd have to spell that out for you.
[ Blood flows in a steady trickle down his left arm now. He starts to look for something clean to put pressure on it again in his things. ]
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The stupid question that fell out of Trevor's mouth is enough for Berserker to suddenly stop...and cut himself. The knife slips and cuts into the side of his wrist beneath a patch of scales there. It's quite sharp so blood already begins to well to the surface.
Annoying.
Berserker drops the knife and presses his hand against the wound. Did he bring some extra cloth with him...? ]
... You're an idiot, you know that? [ He flicks his blood-covered (partially his, partially deer) hand up towards Trevor, droplets of blood speckling the tree trunk. At least he was mostly done when he did this. ] A drink beforehand. A flight after. I didn't think I'd have to spell that out for you.
[ Blood flows in a steady trickle down his left arm now. He starts to look for something clean to put pressure on it again in his things. ]