Danny felt the world around him going oddly cold. He flourished his blade, stepping back on his heel and then lunging forwards. Everything seemed to be moving much slower than it should be. A sharp, deft movement of his wrist spun the blade when it found purchase, aggravating the wound.
His eyes were narrowed in concentration, his lipless mouth peeled back to show off the short fangs. For just a flash of a moment, the Wizened Smith didn't look nervous or reluctant.
His candlelight mantle flared, and the shadows on the floor around him looked distorted and vicious.
Barring the dog having a defence of 9, 8 Lethal (+4 Lethal from FS: Fencing 4, -1 WP)