Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20191001222208/@comment-33229352-20191016012017

Being in close quarters with the other deity, Ishmael didn’t have time to move out of the way. He released Daxtrus as the knife hit his side, soaking his poncho in blood. Fighting through his pain, he grabbed the arm Daxtrus was holding the knife in and wrenched it violently in a direction it wasn’t supposed to go. His goal was to dislocate something rather than break a bone, but he wasn’t picky about either outcome— he could easily heal whatever injuries the other god sustained later, and at the very least it would make wielding a weapon in that hand difficult. He backed off, clutching his side with a hand that glowed with healing energy. The wound began to slowly knit itself back together as Ishmael circled Daxtrus, a little more wary than before. The intensity of his peace circle has wavered, his focus more on the fight than maintaining his peaceful aura.