[ he's the last person to underestimate a woman and what she is capable of doing with her arms and legs. Bigby may be a pseudo-immortal Fable, one who has taken shotgun blasts to the chest and bones broken so bad that it's torn through flesh to protrude from skin, but he doesn't brush away the fact that this woman only had a cut on her arm for a very particular reason.
it probably helps that it was a woman who broke said limb. ]
God dammit.
[ Bigby doesn't try very hard to hide the fact that he's growling underneath his breath, frustrated in himself for even allowing a complete stranger to touch him so casually. he doesn't make an attempt to step away, instead leaning in and towards her with a narrowed gaze. the lingering aroma of the herbs and her current physical state has him feeling tense already. a cigarette would be really nice right about now... ]
I'd be throwing away quite a bit of money, you know. Unless you have any better ideas.
[ he can't believe he's humoring this, but his eyes survey the area for somewhere private. an alley seems too stereotypical of Wyver. there may be an inn around the corner, though. here's to hoping the fighter is more familiar with the city than he is. ]
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[ he's the last person to underestimate a woman and what she is capable of doing with her arms and legs. Bigby may be a pseudo-immortal Fable, one who has taken shotgun blasts to the chest and bones broken so bad that it's torn through flesh to protrude from skin, but he doesn't brush away the fact that this woman only had a cut on her arm for a very particular reason.
it probably helps that it was a woman who broke said limb. ]
God dammit.
[ Bigby doesn't try very hard to hide the fact that he's growling underneath his breath, frustrated in himself for even allowing a complete stranger to touch him so casually. he doesn't make an attempt to step away, instead leaning in and towards her with a narrowed gaze. the lingering aroma of the herbs and her current physical state has him feeling tense already. a cigarette would be really nice right about now... ]
I'd be throwing away quite a bit of money, you know. Unless you have any better ideas.
[ he can't believe he's humoring this, but his eyes survey the area for somewhere private. an alley seems too stereotypical of Wyver. there may be an inn around the corner, though. here's to hoping the fighter is more familiar with the city than he is. ]