OverconfidentMagi
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"I think we're done here."
Hearing those words infuriated Silber. As if this battle had ever been about stealing a piece of cloth! The fury behind his cold glowing eyes urged his body to rush forward and strike down that butcher. But he stayed were he was. He would have to get past Baoithin to reach the butcher. Silber didn't hesitate out of some fear or respect for the guildmaster; if anything he was slightly disappointed in the old man's performance. He didn't keep back from the heat pouring off of Baoithin, though it was horribly unpleasant. There was another reason he couldn't approach.
With the butcher having fled, Silber was left staring down a fiery Baoithin. "Do you really expect that to be the end of it? A few tears and a whimper, not even in apology, just because he can't stomach his own self. No. My demand earlier stands: a duel with that human. I will attempt to hold back from killing him, but it is as you said: hatred causes hatred. And sometimes that is called justice." His glowing eyes were firm. "If you still disagree with that, we can continue."
"I don't think you want to take too long to decide though." A seed sprouted and grew into a creeping green vine and then leaves in groups of three wrapped around Silber's crystal-coated hand. "Poison ivy. When it touches the skin it can cause an irritating rash, but do you know what happens when you burn it?" The poison ivy wilted and died between his fingers.
Knowing Baoithin used fire, Silber's strategy had been incredibly simple: surround him with more and more burnable material until he decided to ignite it all, which would burn the ivy's oily leaves and carry the poison into the air, where it would be breathed in and attack the throat and lungs. He still had two more traps prepared, but with the butcher already ran away, Silber wasn't particularly interested in leaving an old man crippled or dead.
Hearing those words infuriated Silber. As if this battle had ever been about stealing a piece of cloth! The fury behind his cold glowing eyes urged his body to rush forward and strike down that butcher. But he stayed were he was. He would have to get past Baoithin to reach the butcher. Silber didn't hesitate out of some fear or respect for the guildmaster; if anything he was slightly disappointed in the old man's performance. He didn't keep back from the heat pouring off of Baoithin, though it was horribly unpleasant. There was another reason he couldn't approach.
With the butcher having fled, Silber was left staring down a fiery Baoithin. "Do you really expect that to be the end of it? A few tears and a whimper, not even in apology, just because he can't stomach his own self. No. My demand earlier stands: a duel with that human. I will attempt to hold back from killing him, but it is as you said: hatred causes hatred. And sometimes that is called justice." His glowing eyes were firm. "If you still disagree with that, we can continue."
"I don't think you want to take too long to decide though." A seed sprouted and grew into a creeping green vine and then leaves in groups of three wrapped around Silber's crystal-coated hand. "Poison ivy. When it touches the skin it can cause an irritating rash, but do you know what happens when you burn it?" The poison ivy wilted and died between his fingers.
Knowing Baoithin used fire, Silber's strategy had been incredibly simple: surround him with more and more burnable material until he decided to ignite it all, which would burn the ivy's oily leaves and carry the poison into the air, where it would be breathed in and attack the throat and lungs. He still had two more traps prepared, but with the butcher already ran away, Silber wasn't particularly interested in leaving an old man crippled or dead.
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