[ Haytham was accustomed to ignoring the street fights that continually broke out on Keeliai, but there was something particularly noteworthy about this one that piqued his attention. There were the accusations, highly vitriolic and condemnatory, but he dismissed them as typical xenophobia, a common trait among the kedan. There was the mask, odd even when compared to the foreign outfits of the native population, but its mystique dulled in comparison to the actual fight. It was a technique Haytham had never seen before, surgical in execution and brutally effective.
A simple touch to the forehead, and the kedan fainted. If only assassinations were so elegant. ]
That was quite a technique.
[ he tone is level, keeping curiosity and envy out of his voice even though he feels a tinge both. Haytham makes no motion to follow the stranger back into the clinic, not wanting to put himself in a position where the stranger would have a tactical advantage of any kind. ]
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A simple touch to the forehead, and the kedan fainted. If only assassinations were so elegant. ]
That was quite a technique.
[ he tone is level, keeping curiosity and envy out of his voice even though he feels a tinge both. Haytham makes no motion to follow the stranger back into the clinic, not wanting to put himself in a position where the stranger would have a tactical advantage of any kind. ]
Where did you learn that?