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[stand_unshaken]

 

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[stand_unshaken]

His jaw clenches, and so does his fist. When William turns around with Arthur's map under his damn arm, he reaches out and grabs him by the collar.

"None-of-your-business."

He definitely has the air of a man who will punch you in the nose.

[omniavincit]

William rocks back on his feet. There's a still second, a moment hollowed out from time. The lamplight flickering, the other man's features given the eerie cast of a landscape during a lightning storm. He can smell him: faintly, inexplicably medicinal.

William lunges forward and bashes the lamp into the other man's head. Throws it to the ground after.

He draws his gun as the light dies and fires into the dark.

[stand_unshaken]

He hasn't exactly gone soft in the past few month, but there's been a decided lack of bar brawls on the Bare. He wasn't expecting this buttoned-up fellow to grab his lamp and hit him over the damn head. The sudden darkness is startling, and the following gun-shot deafening. He's sure he'll hit him, sure he'll at least lose an uncomfortable amount of blood--

As he's scrabbling up to go after him in one more attempt to save his belongings from whoever this madman really is, he can feel that he's not actually bleeding. It hurts, but it's like he's taken a hammer to him instead of a gun. "Get-- back-- here!"

[omniavincit]

He aims a hard kick at the source of the noise—that's all it is now, noise—and shoots him again for good measure.

After that, he's gone.