A shotgun blast of mud peppers up his front, thickest up to the knee, with a splash across his gambison and a few enterprising spatters even making up it up into the grizzle of his beard. He flinches, but he flinches in place, eyes shut, jaw ground and set.
When he opens his eyes again, they are as bright as the sun-touched glint of steel blade where his sword sits in its scabbard.
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A shotgun blast of mud peppers up his front, thickest up to the knee, with a splash across his gambison and a few enterprising spatters even making up it up into the grizzle of his beard. He flinches, but he flinches in place, eyes shut, jaw ground and set.
When he opens his eyes again, they are as bright as the sun-touched glint of steel blade where his sword sits in its scabbard.
“What’s your name, twinkle toes?”
He’s dropped the serrah.