[He leans forward to kiss the man's forearm, before flipping the dagger and catching it by the pummel. Carefully guiding the arm over the sink, Fenris pauses before counting.]
On three... One. Two. [And before he says three, he slices clean into the man's arm, not going slow as to not draw out the pain but to make it one sharp strike.]
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[He leans forward to kiss the man's forearm, before flipping the dagger and catching it by the pummel. Carefully guiding the arm over the sink, Fenris pauses before counting.]
On three... One. Two. [And before he says three, he slices clean into the man's arm, not going slow as to not draw out the pain but to make it one sharp strike.]