[His surprise came not from the threat, but at the sheer display of violence that to him, was very much out of the blue. Bastjin stared at the bodies, one dead and the other, unconscious from what he could tell. Finally, he looked up to the woman, blinking owlishly at her and looking at the weapon she carried.
His answers came slowly, and carefully so as not to agitate her any further. She could see him, similar to her, that fact alone had him off guard.]
Bastjin. No. And that won't do you any good... Sorry.
[His smile was sheepish as he shrugged his shoulders. He was already dead, long dead. Unless those swords were made of silver or could hurt the undying, he was quite safe.]
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His answers came slowly, and carefully so as not to agitate her any further. She could see him, similar to her, that fact alone had him off guard.]
Bastjin. No. And that won't do you any good... Sorry.
[His smile was sheepish as he shrugged his shoulders. He was already dead, long dead. Unless those swords were made of silver or could hurt the undying, he was quite safe.]