[Koltira keeps one plated nail dug into Ashraf's hipbone, slowly flaying the skin, biting into the layer of muscle beneath. He releases his stranglehold, but that's largely because he wants to hear the man gasp and struggle, wants to hear the fruits of his labor. He rakes fresh lines of blood across Ashraf's throat, easily tearing the delicate skin, and then presses his thumb to the lacerations, forcing more blood to the surface.
He leans over, pressing his heavy, armored knee against Ashraf's stomach, and hisses in the priest's ear, low and rough with menace.]
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He leans over, pressing his heavy, armored knee against Ashraf's stomach, and hisses in the priest's ear, low and rough with menace.]
I will tear you apart.