[To be fair, he's practiced fencing techniques since he was small and while this may be his first time using them in actual combat, Kurt doesn't exactly have a reason to hold back. So, maybe he's imagining a couple of the men he's slaughtered as the people that'd treated him poorly back in Berlin, but these men were not innocent of any wrongdoings either.
Slavers (of children, nonetheless) did not deserve to be treated kindly.
The guard's torso splits with ease, causing him to backpedal a few paces to avoid being sprayed by the carnage that unfolds before him. He stares, wrinkles his nose then averts his attention to another sentry that's headed toward them, his fingers gripping tighter around the handle of his weapon.]
It's your turn, [he breathes, ruby-tinted irises glinting with disdain as he leaps toward the approaching man.]
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Slavers (of children, nonetheless) did not deserve to be treated kindly.
The guard's torso splits with ease, causing him to backpedal a few paces to avoid being sprayed by the carnage that unfolds before him. He stares, wrinkles his nose then averts his attention to another sentry that's headed toward them, his fingers gripping tighter around the handle of his weapon.]
It's your turn, [he breathes, ruby-tinted irises glinting with disdain as he leaps toward the approaching man.]