In the moment that Lorag was struck across the chest, Janius regretted blinking. He didn't know what exactly happened, but it went too fast for him to keep up. "Wait, what?" He murmured.

"I don't suppose, Ri'vashi, you could tell us how exactly you did that?" Gallus asked with a grin and hands on his hips. He assumed that the opening bout was over. Of course, it would depend on whether Lorag would want another shot right away. Knowing Lorag, that was a probable expectation.

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Since Tzirret obtained clothes and pouches again, he had been carrying a knife with him again, mostly for cutting food. It probably wasn't as sharp as a bound dagger and no better suited to surgery, but he brought his hand to it anyway. Ma'tanza spotted the markings on the neck before he could pull his knife out.

Tzirret stepped closer to the neck and leaned down to get a closer look. He swallowed again. "Yeah, Tzirret saw that before," he looked up at Ma'tanza with an expression that was almost worried, "Maybe it happened while they were questioning her?" Tzirret stood up straight and brought a hand around to clasp his other elbow, looking back at the neck. "This one cannot imagine Gallus or Meesei doing that, though. It's...a scary thought."