[ jiang cheng absolutely notices and judges his battlefield opponents on their general carriage, demeanor, and relative combat abilities so he would know, but he's not going to tell licyn about that. huffs. ]
What kind of strange battle powers do you have to smell poison? [ he scowls instead, nails digging into his own palms in his great effort to remain still and not run screaming from this situation. all the individual hairs on the back of his neck are standing up, which is a remarkable thing to even be able to notice while actively bleeding from the chest.
he almost registers what's coming too late due to all the other things presently distracting him, but last second he does come enough to his senses to snatch the salve out of licyn's hands. ]
You may prep the bandages, [ he sniffs, still looking rather caught between stabbing the stranger and bursting into tears. ]
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What kind of strange battle powers do you have to smell poison? [ he scowls instead, nails digging into his own palms in his great effort to remain still and not run screaming from this situation. all the individual hairs on the back of his neck are standing up, which is a remarkable thing to even be able to notice while actively bleeding from the chest.
he almost registers what's coming too late due to all the other things presently distracting him, but last second he does come enough to his senses to snatch the salve out of licyn's hands. ]
You may prep the bandages, [ he sniffs, still looking rather caught between stabbing the stranger and bursting into tears. ]