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The soldier's lone sapphire-colored orb narrowed only slightly as the spear illuminated, however the momentary lapse in focus was enough for the weapon to bypass Karvaaka's blade and make contact with Cyrus face. The young legionnaire's head snapped to the side, and he all but leapt a stride back from his diminutive aggressor. He snarled in pain and surprise, but it was not as if the strike was entirely unexpected with a weapon pointed at him, after all. Immediately however, the soldier's cobalt eye flew back to the figure of his opponent, pupil dialated and glittering in the eldritch light that filled the room.
Now though, the gnome stood an imposing six feet in height, brandishing his gleaming spear at Cyrus' chest. The legionnaire held Karvaaka out before him still defensively, between him and his strange visitor, using the brief time allowed to him to try and make sense of the situation. Somehow, this gnome had decided that the soldier's room was his own, and for whatever reason he had decided it was worth engaging the legionnaire in combat to protect it. Cyrus was familiar with the oft strange ways of the Fae races, where some method usually lay behind a percieved madness, however so far this particular gnome seemed only interested in defending "his" room. The young legionnaire wondered if there was a deeper meaning behind the gnome's violent insistency, however the legionnaire also knew that the mystery would not be revealed until the situation had changed slightly. Something told the young soldier that the gnome would be more forthcomming without that spear in his hands.
"I already have the room, gnome." The tone of Cyrus' voice had changed somewhat, becomming colder and harder than before. "Getting yourself killed will not serve you any better than bedeviling myself and the other inhabitants of this fortress." Karvaaka's rune-engraven blade hovered menacingly in the air, it's steady and poised positioning heralding the skill behind the hand that held it. "Answer my question, or you will truly join the ghosts of Darkblade."
Cyrus' sword again moved towards the spearhead pointed at him, a defensive precaution against possible strikes, but the soldier would give the gnome one last chance for peace. After that, the little bastard would be fed to Pandora for a mid-darkening snack.
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