After getting injured by Soron once, Kaelith did not rush back into the battle to exact his revenge, as instead he paused to gather his thoughts, staring at the fresh red blood dripping from his cheek and pooling into his palms, the warmth of it unfamiliar in a way that unsettled him far more than the pain itself.
'Blood… my blood…'
Kaelith thought, as for the first time in centuries he felt disturbingly mortal again, the consequences of this fight crystallizing in his mind as the fear of death surfaced in a form he had long forgotten.
'I will make you pay for this… brother.'
He thought soon after, as his gaze shifted back toward Soron, who was now struggling more visibly with the two fresh wounds Kaelith had carved into his body.
