- Repent, sinners! The reaper has come for your souls! - With difficulty, Chernika raises his scythe a few inches and makes a couple of low swings in different directions. - Swish! Swish!
The second swing, of course, wasn't strong enough to chop off the leg of the warrior standing nearby, but it could have scratched him, so he had to lift his leg. With one hand, he snatches the weapon from her grasp and hands it back to its owner.
- Let's get down to business. I'm Ucon, and this is... - a skeptical look falls on the elf, and his face contorts in an attempt to find the right definition.
- The great and incomparable mistress... - her companion's nose rises towards the nonexistent sky of the dungeon.
- Something like a tick, - he interrupts her tirade, turning off the ear next to her from the retaliatory venom. - That was an unusual announcement. Is something like that even possible? I'd like to hear the details.