[He thinks, faintly, he can smell the scent of an activated shard on the air as surely as he would catch any incense. Interesting. He supposes, nevertheless, that he's enough of a force to be reckoned with that a slighter man like Dorian may have to use his shard, and it burns it in that this is his Dorian, but the immortal sinner is far too rash.
It's as if it was all coordinated beforehand. One chuck of his knife rips through Dorian's chest in a bold slash; the other follows, carving out an ugly, terribly red gash of an "X" on his body just as Dorian slams into him and Kirei allows himself to fall to the floor.
He's laughing. Laughing, covered in blood, with Dorian's entrails collecting all over him and the weight of Dorian's corpse against his chest. This is his answer. He's laughing, and it's deep and horrible and resonating and crazed.]
It hurts, and something underneath him is shaking. It hurts, bloody, unclean, sticky and a putrid smell in the air, the stink of an abattoir. It hurts, and he feels every ripple, every resonance shuddering through his body. He stares at the man underneath him, and he feels sick. At least Luke Glass had the grace to be quiet.
Dorian wraps his hands around Kirei's throat to try to choke the laughter out of him.]
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It's as if it was all coordinated beforehand. One chuck of his knife rips through Dorian's chest in a bold slash; the other follows, carving out an ugly, terribly red gash of an "X" on his body just as Dorian slams into him and Kirei allows himself to fall to the floor.
He's laughing. Laughing, covered in blood, with Dorian's entrails collecting all over him and the weight of Dorian's corpse against his chest. This is his answer. He's laughing, and it's deep and horrible and resonating and crazed.]
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It hurts, and something underneath him is shaking. It hurts, bloody, unclean, sticky and a putrid smell in the air, the stink of an abattoir. It hurts, and he feels every ripple, every resonance shuddering through his body. He stares at the man underneath him, and he feels sick. At least Luke Glass had the grace to be quiet.
Dorian wraps his hands around Kirei's throat to try to choke the laughter out of him.]