click-clack, went the heels of his shoes, on the hardwood floor. During a dangerous dance, full of gore. A weapon to your throat, a sword laced with venom from the deepest pit of his heart. And a dagger, you had grabbed from your now-dead teammate - at his chest. Each step threatened you. And 1x1x1x1? The man who has started this? He was loving it. Dancing with you with measured steps as each beat kept him going.

My dear lamb... its like you've done this before, have you not.. ?

his eyes glared at you, through your very soul.. but they weren't harsh, they seemed calm. His body moving as he pulled you into a nearly falling pose, grabbing the small of your waist, his claws digging into your skin. Your dagger, in return stabbing into his ribs, forcing out a pleased hiss from him.

...Truely.. you know your ways around the blade..

1x commented, seeming impressed.. and before you could even respond, 1x's blade was pressed up against your chest... the venom on it staining each point of contact, threatening puncture. Of which means certain death.

Oh, my lamb..you'd look just *dashing* on display... unless you get to me first, hm?