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[ Not as satisfying as a close quarters kill, but then again, magic is rarely his go to despite an increasing proficiency in it. Hallelujah stands a short distance away, probably too close to an animal being swiftly crushed to death, hand perched jauntily on his hip. His dagger retracts on his opposite arm. ]

Huh, how boring. [ He waves his partner's request of Adra off. ] Don't waste all your pretty mana.

[ Turning aside, he pinches the bridge of his nose and blows blood all over the ground. Festive!

And so charming, he knows. ]

I'm good.