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Holger ground his teeth. It was a bad habit he had grown into when contemplating the death of a person. He didn't think he ground his teeth in combat, but when it came to executing some one - he found himself grounding his teeth. He had grown past the stage where he would simply cut and not ask questions, so he let the man speak and defend himself. Holgers eyes tightened as he contemplated the mans words. <br/>
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He flicked his wrist, the blade reversing, pressing along his forearm, its bend matching that in his elbow, before he deftly sheathed it again. Its angle increased its reach, often catching foes off guard as most were accustomed to straight blades. It allowed him to hook over shields and was generally very useful. It was quite good at gutting a man as well and tended to slice through things and not get caught in bone. <br/>
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"I'll have my eye on you, William Riot." He eventually says. "Tread lightly and prove yourself, and you may make it back alive." He leans over the other side of his horse, spitting down onto the ground. "But I'll be watching your every move." He finishes, spurring his horse forward, virtually barging Wills off the path slightly. He closed the gap that had developed with the Soldiers ahead of them, glancing back to make sure the rest were still in line and following.</span>