Serpent people who spread havoc and pain. Delightful. He was starting to wonder if bringing her back to Kalinor was the best idea. Turning into a rattlesnake would mean kidnapping would be a chore. When she mentioned her homeland however, Volinir's features softened slightly. He could sympathize with being far away from home. Kalinor was on the other side of the world. Still, her fingers will still clasped tightly around his throat, and that lessened how much he could care about her feelings considerably. The fact that she was busy being bitter was, unfortunately for Iskessah, not lost on the Symenestra, and after a few ticks of silence, he decided to take the opportunity she had presented. With a sudden, violent lurch, Volinir threw his weight against the Dhani, hurling her onto her back and rolling onto her. His elbow dashed against her forearm, hopefully wrenching her grip on his neck loose, while his forehead raced towards her nose for good measure. Whether or not he succeeded in headbutting her, his hands darted towards her wrists, trying to seize them and slam them over her head before they could menace his poor Sym neck again. |