[Once Molly is in close, Percy has a hard time catching the details of his body movement, the tension and shifts that would reveal the tiefling's direction. The feint makes him dodge, but before he knows it, Molly has passed him and--
Percival actually jumps forward, then laughs as Molly crows his victory.]
Well earned, [he says dryly.] You're getting better with that off hand. And a promise is a promise.
He heads back to the fence where he left his things. First, Percy sheaths the rapier and lets it sit against the fence. Then, he moves his coat, revealing the belt he'd been carrying underneath it. There in the holster is a firearm. Percy knows it's possible that Molly has seen or encountered some in Wildemount, much to Percy's lingering regret. But he sincerely doubts any are quite like his.
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Percival actually jumps forward, then laughs as Molly crows his victory.]
Well earned, [he says dryly.] You're getting better with that off hand. And a promise is a promise.
He heads back to the fence where he left his things. First, Percy sheaths the rapier and lets it sit against the fence. Then, he moves his coat, revealing the belt he'd been carrying underneath it. There in the holster is a firearm. Percy knows it's possible that Molly has seen or encountered some in Wildemount, much to Percy's lingering regret. But he sincerely doubts any are quite like his.
The gunslinger slides his glasses back on.]
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