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“You...” Cygnariassis begins, again desperate denial, but not certain what to refute. “No... No!” she says, then shouts, torn between desperation and a blazing fury. “Devil, I may not have returned his affection, but my brother was dear to me. If you have taken him from me, I will avenge myself- You cannot- /will/ not- hold me forever. And know that I will destroy you, /kill/ you, if I ever get the chance. I will pursue you to the hells, and /end/ you, for all time. I-” Cygnis halts, perhaps searching for more words. You are mildly impressed; she evidently has more fire in her than you thought. Scinnari, though, is utterly unphased.
“No?” Scinnari asks, pressing her nail into her lower lip as if contemplating. Suddenly she lashes out, infernal claws tearing Cygnariassis' face, leaving four bloody wounds on her cheek, and knocking her to the floor. For a moment her hand strays to the pommel at her belt, and she looks like she's about to follow it up. You prepare to intervene, but she seems to regain control of herself before it becomes necessary.
“No? How, then, do you expect to /get/ that chance? Who do you expect to free you? Your brother, as mentioned, is dead. Cibach, whether or not you believe my lord Azaladon, is either standing behind you, or thoroughly interrogated and dying a slow death. Who else then? The mewling masses of Freeport, those for who's good you worked? You hid yourself from them, they don't even know you. Even if they did, humanoids are /hardly/ the grateful type. They wouldn't risk two copper on your behalf if they /knew/, let alone life and limb.” Scinnari halts, suddenly aware of quite how... emphatic her blistering diatribe is getting. She pauses, licking Cygnariassis' blood from her claws, and continues. |