[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

It had been like, what? half a minute?

Thessir furrowed his liquid brows slightly with irritation at the crowd's jeering, keeping his ink black grin however false it might have been.

"Patience, patience. Don't you worry." He dusted his coat in a wide sweeping motion, standing back up straight as he addressed the restless audience.

"You'll all git your blood soon enough." He suddenly dropped his voice into a low growl of a tone, his words far harsher in sound. He brought his arms back with his palms by his shoulders facing out. He lowered his stance as if to brace against a powerful force. In a superfluous show he prepared himself for what looked to be a massive spell, his coat trembling from what appeared to be the unseen force of his magical energy gathering. It was an act of course, all showmanship while he readied the real attack. He drew in a deep breath and... Let it escape his lips in a rather slight sigh.

"No hard feelings thin."

And back to his chipper old self. His coat's shoulders relaxed and he adopted a far more casual stance, something like how somebody might stand when just casually making conversation or something to that effect. The true movements were far more subtle, his very hands not even missing from his sleeves as they hung idly by his sides. Within his coat however he had formed a number of tentacles wrought from his dark mass using them to grip several knives simultaneously. Through the darkness beneath his coat he stabbed through the darkness, the edges of the knives emerging through the shadows cast by his own clothes.

Two knives erupted from his collar and stabbed for both jugular veins. One knife emerged from within his shirt and was aimed to stab beneath the sternum where the solar plexus lie. Another knife was set to stab him in the bladder and another two were driven at his kidney regions. Beneath each armpit he aimed to slip two knives between the ribs where the lungs rested. The biggest knife, his dagger, he kept in reserve.

He was watching very keenly for someone with an eyeless face. The first thing he was watching for was a motion of Varjan's hands. The moment his famed opponent would attempt to close his hand in any sort of motion he'd use the shadow created by that to cut his fingers. Anything to keep his foe from casting.

He could only be so prepared though. With nothing to go on he expected nearly anything from this.