[ at least he's out of Immediate Murder Territory? which was the point. good for you, kid. live to throw ineffective drinks another day!
Varric pushes out of the bushes, casually brushing some leaves off his clothes while the monster rolls around in anguish, screeching. probably saying my eye, my eye! in monsterese, he imagines. ]
All right. Time to finish this.
[ he points his crossbow again, looking for a weak point on this thing -- damn, other than how ugly it is. ]
Unless you want the honor? [ he's calling out to you, kiddo. this was your tango dance of death. ]
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Varric pushes out of the bushes, casually brushing some leaves off his clothes while the monster rolls around in anguish, screeching. probably saying my eye, my eye! in monsterese, he imagines. ]
All right. Time to finish this.
[ he points his crossbow again, looking for a weak point on this thing -- damn, other than how ugly it is. ]
Unless you want the honor? [ he's calling out to you, kiddo. this was your tango dance of death. ]