[Bonus thanks to Kalinus <3]
Israeal stood to his full height, his scimitars angled slightly toward the ground. The earlier pain in his expression was gone.
He looked up toward where Jala had been and shook his head, a slight flicker of disgust on his expression—but even that only appeared for the briefest moment before it faded.
Now it was troublesome because…
"Thinking of how to allow me to kill you without actually killing you?" Sylas suddenly asked.
Israeal's eyes narrowed slightly.
Sylas' Scorned Wraps slowly lengthened, falling to the ground in pools of looping gauze.
"You know, I haven't liked the Thryskai for a very long time. I heard that recently, one of your Demi-God Clans was wiped out, but you don't seem to be a Demi-God yourself. A Mortal, it seems. Is the risk you're taking by being here because of that?"
Sylas continued to meet Israeal's gaze, his voice calm, deep, and almost soothing.
