Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
Thraxis eyes narrowed to the man. His slang would not be accepted. "Okay well we have come to two problems. The first being, you do know. So I will get what I want. Just be glad we ain't in the Pitt. Because back there I have everything I need to get every single shred of information out of you." he said, a smile growing over his face the same one would have when meeting an old friend. His words weren't chosen carefully, he wanted to make the man seem like he could last longer, this way he could extract the information over a longer period of time.
In a matter of seconds the Cleaver was swung high, its metal blade curving through the air as it smashed into the females finger, digging itself half-way to the bone only for another slice to be used to cut it right off. "The next problem is the slang. No no no. We will not have that here." that same smile still spread across his face, the smile was for an old friend, though the old friend was the screams not this scum. He pulled his arm back with the Cleaver again, a thin stain of blood dripping from its metallic blade as it remained limp in the air ready to push cleave through the air and cut through another finger.
[member="Neroba the Hutt"]
In a matter of seconds the Cleaver was swung high, its metal blade curving through the air as it smashed into the females finger, digging itself half-way to the bone only for another slice to be used to cut it right off. "The next problem is the slang. No no no. We will not have that here." that same smile still spread across his face, the smile was for an old friend, though the old friend was the screams not this scum. He pulled his arm back with the Cleaver again, a thin stain of blood dripping from its metallic blade as it remained limp in the air ready to push cleave through the air and cut through another finger.
[member="Neroba the Hutt"]