[Tenuous as it is, an allegiance would be beneficial, especially when it's with one of the greatest swordsmen of the 41st millennium. Not that Fabius would ever openly admit such a thing, it is enough to have him keep from barking a retort, as if the hand around his throat isn't. He's not quite sure just how fragile this new body is, though his answer is quickly received when he hits the sand with a wet slap. It's compact beneath him, and even with as gentle a toss as Lucius can manage, he can feel his old bone groan from the impact.
Nothing broken is good at least.
Fabius tries to relax against that neurotoxin coursing through his body, and manages to push a sigh through his laboring lungs.]
I thought your only business was in carving up bodies? [He wheezes out, as he tries his damnedest to keep his fingers wiggling against paralysis. If he can keep his muscles from completely seizing, perhaps he can coax this venom through his system faster.] And you and I have very different viewpoints on the way we carve those bodies up.
Do I hear the Breaking Bad Themesong?
Nothing broken is good at least.
Fabius tries to relax against that neurotoxin coursing through his body, and manages to push a sigh through his laboring lungs.]
I thought your only business was in carving up bodies? [He wheezes out, as he tries his damnedest to keep his fingers wiggling against paralysis. If he can keep his muscles from completely seizing, perhaps he can coax this venom through his system faster.] And you and I have very different viewpoints on the way we carve those bodies up.