[As soon as he pushes Rip away, Blackquill draws the tanto, holding it in a defensive grip, his other hand trying to stem the blood from the punctures in his neck. Even with his skills in swordsmanship he knows he can't outmatch her in speed or strength, but he'd rather have a weapon between himself and her than nothing at all.]
If I turn into a bloodsucking monster... I'm holding you accountable, Sir Integra.
[Nothing like a little ill-timed humour when he could get killed at any moment.]
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If I turn into a bloodsucking monster... I'm holding you accountable, Sir Integra.
[Nothing like a little ill-timed humour when he could get killed at any moment.]