@tzess asked: [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin.
A single drop of sweat trickled down Curumë’s chin and followed the contour of his neck, together with the line of blood that welled up where the Yuan-Ti’s blade had nicked his skin. He swallowed, feeling the cold metal scraping further against his throat.
“Good work, catching me off guard. I’ll give you that.” He scoffed, his lips twisting into a predatory smirk. If it was fear the other wanted to see on his face, Curumë was going to absolutely disappoint him.
It was funny, really, being on the receiving end of such tactics. Exciting, even. But Curumë had encountered his fair share of knife fights in the dirty streets of Luskan, and this one, he mused, was going to be no different.
Casting a quick glance at the Yuan-Ti behind him, he struck fast and without warning, his elbow punching deep into the soft part of the other’s abdomen as he slipped free and twisted the man’s arm behind his back. Eyeing his now-victim with sick satisfaction, he leaned close and whispered into his ear: “Not good enough, though, you see. Now, tell me, half-serpent, what the hells do you want from me?!”