Another flutter of expression - fear, surprise, maybe need - and trusts that either she means what she says or she'll be dead. There's a chance it's some manner of set-up, but this is one way to find out.
"One moment." His voice is back to it's usual cool tone. Percy rests the axe on the stump and quickly undoes his shirt and puts it (and his overcoat) off to one side. If they're doing this, blood is always a pain to get out of clothing.
"Thank you, Ianthe. I ...well, I suppose we'll talk after." Taking up the axe, he seems used to the heft of it, and then when he turns to look at Ianthe, his expression shifts. Following her advice, he reaches down into that ugly wellspring of anger that's all his own creation. He breathes in and out, a little shudder, and that molten metal glow seems to radiate from his mouth and eyes.
Percy swings the axe with confidence and some measure of force. Not quite as much as he's capable of, but it ought to be a solid enough hit to her ribs.
cw: violence, gore, just don't play with axes, kids.
"One moment." His voice is back to it's usual cool tone. Percy rests the axe on the stump and quickly undoes his shirt and puts it (and his overcoat) off to one side. If they're doing this, blood is always a pain to get out of clothing.
"Thank you, Ianthe. I ...well, I suppose we'll talk after." Taking up the axe, he seems used to the heft of it, and then when he turns to look at Ianthe, his expression shifts. Following her advice, he reaches down into that ugly wellspring of anger that's all his own creation. He breathes in and out, a little shudder, and that molten metal glow seems to radiate from his mouth and eyes.
Percy swings the axe with confidence and some measure of force. Not quite as much as he's capable of, but it ought to be a solid enough hit to her ribs.