Motherfucker. [ He spits the word, harsh and angry, but it's more cursing the situation they're in than Xanatos in particular. Both men are right, and he knows it, but it still grates against every instinct he has. It's not like Xanatos is a child, or any kind of innocent, but cutting a man down when he can't even defend himself? ]
I'm not killing a guy who isn't armed. [ His voice sounds strange and distant to his own ears, muffled by the beat of his own blood. But his hands are already shifting on the halberd, bringing it up so he's ready to bring it up at a moment's notice. ]
Pick another fucking weapon.
[ Stupidity, or nobility, or maybe he just doesn't want to be that kind of guy. The kind of guy that finds killing easy, if it'll mean preserving his own life. ]
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I'm not killing a guy who isn't armed. [ His voice sounds strange and distant to his own ears, muffled by the beat of his own blood. But his hands are already shifting on the halberd, bringing it up so he's ready to bring it up at a moment's notice. ]
Pick another fucking weapon.
[ Stupidity, or nobility, or maybe he just doesn't want to be that kind of guy. The kind of guy that finds killing easy, if it'll mean preserving his own life. ]