[ He follows along at a trot, though he's now clutching his increasingly red arm. It throbs with pain, and he wonders idly if he's neglected the bandaging so much that the wound's infected. Fantastic.
He mutters, shaking his head. ]
I am, on occasion, somewhat reckless.
[ An incredible euphemism if there ever was one. He often forgets that he even has a gun--he just jumps into the fray. However, his opponents are typically very aware of their own guns, and he'd been grazed by a bullet during his most recent altercation. ]
The room was full. Someone's shot slipped through.
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He mutters, shaking his head. ]
I am, on occasion, somewhat reckless.
[ An incredible euphemism if there ever was one. He often forgets that he even has a gun--he just jumps into the fray. However, his opponents are typically very aware of their own guns, and he'd been grazed by a bullet during his most recent altercation. ]
The room was full. Someone's shot slipped through.