Because there is a virtue to being invisible, and thus, a little bit outside of everything that's happening. Unseen, Loxley doesn't have to play pretend at conversation or consider how much the archivist above understands the situation or whether or not the other two, further in the room, are planning to involve themselves. Doesn't have to pretend he's doing anything other than sizing Edgard up, considering his approach, looking for weak points.
One last judging look to Abby—determining whether or not she is making a meaningful attempt at separating the demon from everyone else, or simply offering herself as a focus. The latter, he decides, and quietly steps in somewhere at Edgard's flank.
It'll take a second—it'll feel like a flash of fire, first, until impact and damage actually register to higher thought. A dagger rakes with sharp precision along the back of Edgard's leg at the hamstring, comes away bloodied. In the same moment, as Loxley draws the blade through, his invisibility drops, revealing a rangy-limbed qunari on a mission.
And it also means that Edgard will see it coming when, with speed, Loxley then moves his second blade to cut somewhere vital at the man's elbow. Whether he makes it or not, he'll be twisting aside to avoid retaliation—or get out of someone's way.
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Because there is a virtue to being invisible, and thus, a little bit outside of everything that's happening. Unseen, Loxley doesn't have to play pretend at conversation or consider how much the archivist above understands the situation or whether or not the other two, further in the room, are planning to involve themselves. Doesn't have to pretend he's doing anything other than sizing Edgard up, considering his approach, looking for weak points.
One last judging look to Abby—determining whether or not she is making a meaningful attempt at separating the demon from everyone else, or simply offering herself as a focus. The latter, he decides, and quietly steps in somewhere at Edgard's flank.
It'll take a second—it'll feel like a flash of fire, first, until impact and damage actually register to higher thought. A dagger rakes with sharp precision along the back of Edgard's leg at the hamstring, comes away bloodied. In the same moment, as Loxley draws the blade through, his invisibility drops, revealing a rangy-limbed qunari on a mission.
And it also means that Edgard will see it coming when, with speed, Loxley then moves his second blade to cut somewhere vital at the man's elbow. Whether he makes it or not, he'll be twisting aside to avoid retaliation—or get out of someone's way.