[ Bradbury isn't holding his own weapon yet, but he's reaching for it without looking, hands closing blindly around the haft as he brings it forward to point the blade warily at Xanatos. His posture's still on the defensive, not quite on the attack, but as his gaze flickers between Matt and the other man, his expression wavers between pissed off and confused.
Not willing to kill. Not yet.
But the small crowd's cheering at the apparent upset, two armed men facing down one. ]
Doesn't mean we gotta give 'em the bloodbath they want. [ Quiet, and his guard's a little down, distracted, as he tries -- fails -- to come up with an alternative to the ugly choices in front of them. ]
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Not willing to kill. Not yet.
But the small crowd's cheering at the apparent upset, two armed men facing down one. ]
Doesn't mean we gotta give 'em the bloodbath they want. [ Quiet, and his guard's a little down, distracted, as he tries -- fails -- to come up with an alternative to the ugly choices in front of them. ]