She's been stabbed before, Kettara reasons. She survived it. The scars remain, a symbol of her endurance, and surely the ancestors respect that. There were knives, fire, teeth. Even fel fire, once, when a cultist summoned a demon to fight by his side.
There are demons here, too. Just not in the room.
No, there's only a human, and a table full of knives.
She would have preferred the demons, honestly.
Kettara stands up as tall as she can, jerking her tusks at the human. She's considered the door carefully. It won't give.
"We could fight. I won't kill you."
Surely that would spend enough blood to satisfy whatever magic is binding the door. She won't submit to knives. Not willingly.
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She's been stabbed before, Kettara reasons. She survived it. The scars remain, a symbol of her endurance, and surely the ancestors respect that. There were knives, fire, teeth. Even fel fire, once, when a cultist summoned a demon to fight by his side.
There are demons here, too. Just not in the room.
No, there's only a human, and a table full of knives.
She would have preferred the demons, honestly.
Kettara stands up as tall as she can, jerking her tusks at the human. She's considered the door carefully. It won't give.
"We could fight. I won't kill you."
Surely that would spend enough blood to satisfy whatever magic is binding the door. She won't submit to knives. Not willingly.