[Vorkosigan snarls down at the imposter but doesn't shift. There's no retaliation, in fact, he lets go of the lame arm to keep himself steady. Instead, all of his focus is on the blade in his hands, marred by his own blood.
He pulls the cap of the pommel and curses at what he finds there.]
I'm hardly the one mocking the Vorkosigan name.
[The dagger comes down, driven in front of Miles.]
Last should have been muscle to bone. Braaaainn
He pulls the cap of the pommel and curses at what he finds there.]
I'm hardly the one mocking the Vorkosigan name.
[The dagger comes down, driven in front of Miles.]
Where did you get this?