[ atta boy! you use that stick to whack people in the kneecaps. Varric's so proud of you.
or would be if he wasn't busy shooting people in the face and slowly making his way out of the crowd. damn, these guys don't wanna give up, huh? and crossbows aren't terribly useful when you're in the middle of a crowd. so he improvises, fighting dirty by kicking ankles and throwing wine into someone's face.
he tosses the wine glass behind him once he's finally at the edge of the crowd, ]
I feel like I should'a drank this instead of tossing it. [ he's too sober for this shit right now. ]
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or would be if he wasn't busy shooting people in the face and slowly making his way out of the crowd. damn, these guys don't wanna give up, huh? and crossbows aren't terribly useful when you're in the middle of a crowd. so he improvises, fighting dirty by kicking ankles and throwing wine into someone's face.
he tosses the wine glass behind him once he's finally at the edge of the crowd, ]
I feel like I should'a drank this instead of tossing it. [ he's too sober for this shit right now. ]