IC: Zilnta: Over the time Zilnta had been alive, he had stayed that way by observing other rahkshi and reacting to their movements. But this one was just to fast. the hand slammed into his throat, releasing a few of his food-projectiles. They cracked on the floor, releasing an unearthly odor. Zilnta looked back with dismay, Ezec's hand around his throat. He locked eyes with the hulking, spiky rahkshi, and through gritted teeth, hissed: "You messed with my food, I mess with you." He flashed a warning trough his eyes, an unreadable message: A glint in a painful arc, drop thy load, O self-made deity, or face my consequences. Zilnta's blade is on the move.: While he had been glaring into Ezec's eyes, he had been slowly drawing ins cutlass, and it now took a sweeping, blindingly fast crescent towards the white rahkshi's arm. He would stab him repeatedly, if that's what it took to get him to let go.