by Saahs » 01/09/2015 6:43 AM
Sasha gave the man a long hard squint. It almost look like he'd caught a whiff of something even worse smelling than anything inside the room. Then he shook his head with a frustrated grunt. "AthbmthpthVHAT." The unfamiliar word, apparently was offensive. Or at least it seemed that way given the look on his face. "I have no know'v'ink of vhat zhat is?? So I know not??" As the gangly man went on, the merc's eyebrow raised. He was getting pushy there with the armour. And that wouldn't bode well for, well, killing him. "Pff, fine fine."
He unbuckled the warhammer first, shrugging it off a shoulder along with the hefty belt it was fastened to. It was the heavier of the two, and he'd managed with only one weapon plenty of times before. So he could do it again now. Keeping the giant skullbasher from hitting the floor with a resounding thud proved useless. It felt even heavier in hand than it had over his shoulder. More so than he thought it ought to be even if he were sick. Sasha paid it little mind as he slid the axe off his opposing shoulder. This time, he was extra careful. No need to chop of anyone's toes by accident, right? He bent down with the weapon to set it on the floor, and froze. The burning sensation in his stomach had rose, and was now in his throat. Shit--
And there was his breakfast on the floor.
The berserker stared at his own bodily fluids, bedazzled and taken aback. That hadn't been an act, he was fairly sure. Oh shit. "... Zhat vas not vhat I meant to do." The words were mumbled, and his mouth felt a little numb. Not to mention it now tasted downright gods-awful. Which, on top of the place's smell and the sheer fact that this "doctor" looked like he never bathe, somehow pissed him off. He didn't move yet, appearing as if he were still shocked by what just flew out of his mouth. How close was the guy? Close enough he could feasibly turn and swing at him. The desk was to his left, so a clockwise swing would be optimal. Two, one...
The Smilokuhna whipped around with a monstrous bellow, both hands grasping the axe's handle and giving a tremendous swing. The ruse was all but up now. It was time to kill him some smelly hacks.
when that light goes out this eve,some will run, and some will grieve.
the whores and gentlemen, they lead,
trails of insecurities.
i am not a watchman, i do as i please.
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