[Thank the gods for that bark. Fenris', not the dog's— otherwise they'd be wading dangerously close to the end result of what a dry mouth and a palpitating heart might bring. As things are, he can already feel his pulse down thrumming deep down in his belly.
It doesn't need to go any lower.
So he can't help it that he laughs just as loudly— all teeth— slipping back into his own space wreathed in a flourish of renewed vigor: alert as only adrenaline could leave him, and trickling his blade between his fingers like a busker with a coin.]
Win, and I'll tell you what I'm into, if you'd like.
[Is such a smooth bit of subterfuge it'd likely do half his dirty work for him, provided he didn't immediately wince at the feeling of stepping on a pebble, squirming (readjusting). Rolling his ankle first and his balance second in a lurching launch forwards that carries one long, sweeping swipe from the tip of his dagger.
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It doesn't need to go any lower.
So he can't help it that he laughs just as loudly— all teeth— slipping back into his own space wreathed in a flourish of renewed vigor: alert as only adrenaline could leave him, and trickling his blade between his fingers like a busker with a coin.]
Win, and I'll tell you what I'm into, if you'd like.
[Is such a smooth bit of subterfuge it'd likely do half his dirty work for him, provided he didn't immediately wince at the feeling of stepping on a pebble, squirming (readjusting). Rolling his ankle first and his balance second in a lurching launch forwards that carries one long, sweeping swipe from the tip of his dagger.
It's very lopsided, for the record.]