Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Etienne would be alright. He knew this. Yes his body hurt. But it would heal. Despite that the man was no healer, he had hurt Etienne methodically. He knew how much pressure to put where. So etienne guessed he probably had been trained, well, in some sort of combat. Combat training was a little like healing except backwards. You knew what the body could take, just not how to fix it.

The man came near and though Etienne truly wanted to cower. He did not. He lifted masked face and head boldly. Golden eyes burning in gentle face.

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He shifted again. And though it hurt so bad. He forced himself to move. To take stock of the area. Any escape route. He could have called for one of the women. They would probably not agree with this aggressive display, but despite it all. He didn't wish to cause them unrest. Particularly Druid.

He glared at the man, but chose silence. Despite the want to tell him what to do with himself colorfully. And that he would have come back, but why argue.