[It's a good thing that no one else in the loading bay knows Nerakese, because the curses that leave Kang's mouth are particularly dirty as the arrow misses his legs, but grazes his tail, leaving a scratch with a line of greenish blood. He takes a deep breath as soon as he sees the smoke bomb, reaching into a pouch at his side to pull out a piece of something wispy and white before chanting words in a different language and pointing at Connor. If he doesn't dodge it, the spell will trap the assassin in place. There's plenty of surfaces for the strands to adhere to, thanks to his defensive setup.]
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