[mitsunari misses most of the smile, catching only a moment of it as hades' expression goes back to its constant calm. it doesn't make him pause, but it does make him think.
for now, though, he turns back to the man at the chair, right hand gripping the hilt of the blade and drawing it partway. automatically he falls into a slight stance, feet bracing him against the ground for the draw.]
By this, perhaps you will earn forgiveness for your crimes.
[he doesn't ask what they were. he strikes in an instant, blade flashing out almost too fast for the eye to see. the cut is very neat, and very thorough, but the result is not; the man's head falls from his shoulders accompanied by perhaps less blood than would be expected, but it's messy anyway.
mitsunari flicks the blood off his blade and sheathes it again, his attention already moving back to hades.]
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for now, though, he turns back to the man at the chair, right hand gripping the hilt of the blade and drawing it partway. automatically he falls into a slight stance, feet bracing him against the ground for the draw.]
By this, perhaps you will earn forgiveness for your crimes.
[he doesn't ask what they were. he strikes in an instant, blade flashing out almost too fast for the eye to see. the cut is very neat, and very thorough, but the result is not; the man's head falls from his shoulders accompanied by perhaps less blood than would be expected, but it's messy anyway.
mitsunari flicks the blood off his blade and sheathes it again, his attention already moving back to hades.]