[ By the time bandit realizes that someone’s closed in on them, it’s far too late to react as freely as they could or would have. The hand clamped over their mouth is tight and the dagger at their throat obviously less than ideal. Though as their natural reaction would dictate, they’ve placed a dangerous hand right between their neck and the blade John wields. Obviously, also not ideal.
But, despite being caught bloodied-palmed, their eyes still seem to gaze upwards at the fighting and their present formations. Then they smile in spite of it all, not that it’s visible behind John’s hand.
If John feels around, he can probably feel several weapons strapped against her back beneath her cape and hood. She supposed this is where she curses her lack of attentiveness. But this was one way to play decoy, right? She presses a tight hand over the blade, enough to allow a fair amount of leeway as she tries to trip John up with her feet.
Her legs are surprisingly nimble. But, what is probably stranger are the noises she makes trying to speak beneath a clamped hand. ]
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But, despite being caught bloodied-palmed, their eyes still seem to gaze upwards at the fighting and their present formations. Then they smile in spite of it all, not that it’s visible behind John’s hand.
If John feels around, he can probably feel several weapons strapped against her back beneath her cape and hood. She supposed this is where she curses her lack of attentiveness. But this was one way to play decoy, right? She presses a tight hand over the blade, enough to allow a fair amount of leeway as she tries to trip John up with her feet.
Her legs are surprisingly nimble. But, what is probably stranger are the noises she makes trying to speak beneath a clamped hand. ]