Lon’qu doesn’t even attempt to argue, now fully convinced that Serpico is indeed up to something and is simply speaking empty words to buy himself some time.
It’s a fatal mistake.
He raises a hand as the box is flung his way, releasing ominous clouds of purple smoke streaked through with very decidedly magical lightning. He doesn’t even have the time to dodge it, taking the full brunt of whatever it is in the face before he shuts his eyes and manages to swat that box aside.
The air clears between them, the box lying empty in the foliage.
So whatever it is hadn’t been some kind of jewelry. Not that it matters much to Lon’qu, since he promptly drops to his knees, doubling over as a sharp pain like a knife cutting out shapes from his abdomen finally draws a cry from him. He thinks of his sword, which still remains stubbornly sheathed at his side, and glances over at the box, vaguely wondering if he’d in fact breathed some poison meant to kill some upstart lordling instead.
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It’s a fatal mistake.
He raises a hand as the box is flung his way, releasing ominous clouds of purple smoke streaked through with very decidedly magical lightning. He doesn’t even have the time to dodge it, taking the full brunt of whatever it is in the face before he shuts his eyes and manages to swat that box aside.
The air clears between them, the box lying empty in the foliage.
So whatever it is hadn’t been some kind of jewelry. Not that it matters much to Lon’qu, since he promptly drops to his knees, doubling over as a sharp pain like a knife cutting out shapes from his abdomen finally draws a cry from him. He thinks of his sword, which still remains stubbornly sheathed at his side, and glances over at the box, vaguely wondering if he’d in fact breathed some poison meant to kill some upstart lordling instead.