JaccTheRipper
Black Swordsman
Jacc looked up at her, the unmistakeable look of hatred in her eyes, as was characteristic of the first Change. He cocked his head to the side, very perturbed by his own lack of focus on the days growing closer toward her Change. "Shit..." He placed the knife in the back of his belt, trying to talk some sense to her first. "You realize that you're still in there, right? You can control it. It's not beyond you to take charge of the body. It's still your body, though slightly changed at the moment." The thought crossed his mind that he would need to leave her alone long enough to get some clothes at the ready for her when she changed back, but at the moment, he was focused on keeping her out of trouble. "Let's try and remain calm. I may not be your favorite person right now, but I know there are people you like less!" He smiled inwardly. It was an old family trick, telling jokes when nervous. He saw her lips draw back in the snarl, then reached back for the knife. "We're not gonna have a meaningful talk, now, are we?"