[Oh - that's going to draw some blood. The impact clacks against his nose and mouth, throwing him back a step or two with a flash of white blinding him from behind tightly shut eyes. For a moment his senses seem to shut down; blood is already mixed with thick drops of rain dripping from his jaw when he refocuses, sharp teeth viciously flashing between curled lips.
Perhin takes pride in the victims he claimed and left in the bottom of the lake. Violence isn't the problem, but the atrocities he committed in the name of his dona's reputation always embodied a level of subtlety. This is a very poor, very offensive antonym to that, and the belua is becoming less and less inclined to let him get away with it.]
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Perhin takes pride in the victims he claimed and left in the bottom of the lake. Violence isn't the problem, but the atrocities he committed in the name of his dona's reputation always embodied a level of subtlety. This is a very poor, very offensive antonym to that, and the belua is becoming less and less inclined to let him get away with it.]