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Kayn furrows his eyebrows as he gets a good look at the person in front of him. He grabs his scythe, pointing the blade to the person's chest; a clear threat. He raises his head a bit and even puffs out his chest, attempting to look larger and more intimidating. He narrows his eyes. "Who are you?" He tilts his head as he asks this, his voice low. He does not seem angry. It just seems he's putting on a cold, calculated front as to scare the person in front of him. "And speak quickly. I don't have the time for hesitance." He adds the last part, slightly pushing the blade of the scythe closer to the person in front of him. He could easily kill them in an instant, but he does not. Not yet, at least.
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