been too long without a kill.

[niceassassin]

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So, my dear City. I have a question for all of you.

[He has the communicator set up to take video from a nearby table, leaving his hands free. Said hands are busy offscreen, only the faint noise of steel against stone giving away his current pursuit of sharpening knives.]

How do you fight?

[The sound of the whetstone stops for a

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[broroona]

[Here he is showing you his two knives... which are attached to each other with a steel cord.]

These.

video;

[niceassassin]

That cable seems a most impractical choice.

[broroona]

It works for me.

[niceassassin]

I would hardly question your methods, then. For myself, I prefer to use blades not so...connected.

[broroona]

I remember. Daggers, right?

[niceassassin]

Indeed. Not quite the same thing as knives, I should add. Larger. Ah, but it's not the size that counts.

[broroona]

I know the difference.

[A beat.]

Is this really about that guy that died?

[niceassassin]

[He gives a slight shrug.]

It seemed a good enough time to ask the question.

[broroona]

Seems like a boring question to ask.

[niceassassin]

Should I have been more detailed?

[broroona]

About what?

[niceassassin]

The fighting. Some poetry about bloodshed, perhaps?

[broroona]

I wouldn't call that detailed.

[niceassassin]

Bad poetry can be quite detailed, believe me.