It goes through me and splatters against whoever's behind me
stabs the ground with my sword out of rage
I laugh Annoyed?
glares no.
You sure?
I grip my sword tighter, very clearly annoyed yes, I’m sure.
I snicker Come on, do something. You can stab me once. I'll bleed this time. I promise. I hold my arms out
I sip my coffee, glaring daggers at Visio but not making any further movement
I grin I'll do it for you then. I take your sword and stab myself trough the side
Hey, give me my sword back—
