DDT; Dope, Dick and Tattoos

Previously

…A figure, cloaked in the familiar obsidian black of The Serpent’s Coil, lunged from the shadows. The assassin moved with impossible speed, their blade aimed not at Kai or Jax, but at Rhys, at the knowledge he now held. Jax roared, throwing himself in front of Rhys, but the dark magic of the Serpent’s Coil was too swift, too potent. The assassin’s blade struck Jax’s arm, not with steel, but with a searing, corrupting cold. He cried out, stumbling back, his skin darkening where the magic had touched him. The Serpent’s Coil vanished as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind a chilling silence, a wounded friend, and a fragmented path forward.