Watching the body language of Dark Jak was easy, making sense of it. Darck knew how to read and understand, and was not at all happy with that warning. Getting a mild scowl. But, the expression returned to a hardened one, fighting off the immense pain, and power sapping, that was going on.
Ignoring that warning, the halfling reached a hand out to Dark Jak, and took one step closer.
“Calm. Down.”
There was a snarl and his arm barely seemed to twitch, but there were suddenly four long claws slashing at the left side of her face. He bristled and moved forward with the force of the blow.
