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( he doesn't think it's a concern. Red Wine's always been more than capable of reading his movements and darting out of the way. Steak may never admit it aloud, but in speed, Red Wine will always have him beat. and so it's easy for Steak to continue letting loose as he pins a cultist to the wall with his body weight and a sword at their throat. )

Bastards— ( it would be easy to kill them, and maybe, given the injuries already inflicted, even kinder, but they aren't the kinds of monsters he exists to slay.

no, these are things for the natives here to deal with. )

Red Wine, capture them.

( he's just gotta tie this guy's hands together and he'll be there. )

[Capturing them doesn't seem like the better option, somehow. The smell of blood is powerful and as he watches the cultist bleed out in front of him (and quickly, given the major artery that he cut), he can't help but think that he'd like to see more of that.

He'd like to see a lot more of that.

But Steak's voice, as ever, yanks him sharply back from the brink of those kinds of impulses. He lets out a grunt of acknowedgement and the next one that he approaches seems inclined to go quietly - perhaps because Red Wine is covered in the blood of his compatriot.]

And do what with them?

[Just ignore the dead one. He'll kick him into the harbour in a minute.]

Take them to the coven. ( this is an Aefenglom problem, and therefore the coven's responsibility to deal with. their job is to save the people on the streets, not to dish out justice, after all.

just to make sure this guy doesn't try anything else, though, Steak bounces his head off the wall and sends him into unconsciousness. )

Tch.

[He doesn't make a comment as to Steak's choice of method in knocking the cultist out, as his next act is to thud the pommel of his sword against the head of the one he's dealing with, dropping him to the ground.

They're far easier to deal with when they're unconscious.]

The Coven are doing next to nothing in stepping in while this is going on.

Then we leave them on their doorstep. ( Steak shrugs. they shouldn't have to kill people because the Coven refuses to pull their finger out. ) We make sure they won't be ignored.

( what else can they do? it isn't their job to enforce the law, and Steak doesn't intend on taking it into his own hands because the Coven won't. )

Hmn. There's an idea I can get behind.

[Well, apart from the one he 'accidentally' slit the throat of. He looks down at that corpse, his expression set into something that is undeniably utter distaste.]

And that one?

[Look, he can carry his own mess and dump it somewhere else, but he'd prefer to get away from the smell of blood if he's completely honest.]

( ugh. that's not exactly something he wants to deal with either. but it has to be done, so... )

I'll bury it.

( even on Tierra, Red Wine would hate that job, but here his fears have taken shape, and even Steak knows better than to push. )

Can you handle them alone?

[Red Wine blinks, surprise showing clearly on his face for a moment.]

I-- yes. I'm sure.

[He keeps a firm hand knotted into the back of the collar of the one he tied up and marches them forwards to bring the other to heel as well.]

I can handle them. ... Thank you.

( is it really that surprising, Steak wonders, as he hauls the corpse onto his shoulder. he'll need a shovel, but if it comes down to it, there's always the option of blasting open the earth with magic. it sure seems willing to explode out of him recently. )

Get going!

( hmph. he doesn't need to be thanked. he's never needed to be thanked. this just needs to be done. )

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