[ At least he does what he's told. Damen doesn't hold back, swinging his sword with the full weight of his arm. It drives solidly into the rat, which tries to bite down, and Damen kicks it firmly off the blade. It slides down, blood spilling from the wound at its neck, and with another great cleave, Damen separates its head from its shoulders.
The body is still twitching when he turns from it. He's very sick of these things. ]
Authorities?
[ He picks up that conversation as if it had never stalled, but his tone is disbelieving. ]
I've found none. We have the need to fight for ourselves.
[ Then a pause, while dark eyes rake over the Mayor. He says, with blunt curiosity: ]
You don't seem afraid.
[ Strange, for a man who'd come so close to his death. ]
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The body is still twitching when he turns from it. He's very sick of these things. ]
Authorities?
[ He picks up that conversation as if it had never stalled, but his tone is disbelieving. ]
I've found none. We have the need to fight for ourselves.
[ Then a pause, while dark eyes rake over the Mayor. He says, with blunt curiosity: ]
You don't seem afraid.
[ Strange, for a man who'd come so close to his death. ]