[ooooooh Tarn doesn't get to touch the swords. Drift cautiously steps back a bit, swords still very much drawn for a moment longer and pointed right at Tarn's creepy face. Deciding that if Tarn really wanted to kill him right now he likely would have already started, Drift reluctantly sheaths his swords, but he still looks ready to whip them back out just in case some stabbing needs to happen.]
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Okay, then. Now what.
[no punching please that would be awful.]