[ he nods, because he can sure as hell use any weapon that can be spared. which means shuffling across the dirt to pick that cleaver back up from the ground, plenty useful for getting to spare more of his bullets. ]
Nothing I can't handle. [ a number of cuts now, some fresh bruising, but he's been in fights in worst conditions and right now, he can still move with ease like he isn't affected at all.
he shifts his focus, hearing the bandits drawing closer. attention to the details, he thinks, listening in to the clutter of voices, to the boots stomping on the ground, to the hands drawing weapons. ]
Four of them. About to turn the corner. At least two with guns. You ready?
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Nothing I can't handle. [ a number of cuts now, some fresh bruising, but he's been in fights in worst conditions and right now, he can still move with ease like he isn't affected at all.
he shifts his focus, hearing the bandits drawing closer. attention to the details, he thinks, listening in to the clutter of voices, to the boots stomping on the ground, to the hands drawing weapons. ]
Four of them. About to turn the corner. At least two with guns. You ready?