-nods- Yeah. I know the last time when they caught me off-guard, they got one in my shoulder. If other people hadn't arrived... who knows what.
-and then, in the clearing, the smug prick in the avvie is sat down, resting a sword on his shoulders- Ahh- the man of the hour. And another spectator.
You make business hard.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postDon't... speak too soon.
-smirks- Well, I hate to be a bearer of bad news- but I'm afraid- business... is business.
And this is an ambush- of sorts. My friends have already positioned themselves in an adequate position and so without further question... lets ask our guest how she wants this to go down. Make it interesting.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he looks directly at you Adelina- There's three options you have- either you run, and the Carthaginian dies- the Carthaginian tries to get a cheap shot at me whilst I'm talking- and dies in the attempt and you might get caught in the crossfire...
You both stick around and try to fight us, and die... or you vote that I have an honorable duel with the Carthaginian- which might end up with the both of you walking out here alive.
-looking around- ... We're definitely surrounded.
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Kinda.
I'm not exactly the type to let an attempt on my life go unchallenged, and all.
And now that they seem to be real quiet about it, it just raises questions.
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