He could feel her spiked knuckles catching on his glove while her other hand simultaneously moved upwards, raking across his chest, and Alistaire gave a little hiss of mingled pain and annoyance, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. He dragged the chains across the ground and held the double blades tightly in his gloved fingers, his lips quirking upwards in a smirk.
One of the knives flashed; a quick flick to her hand.
HP: 7
DMG: 2
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