[There's a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he needs to be careful, to take this outside this particular room for now lest he still get his pay docked bigtime for any property damage.
The rest of the conscience voices decree that instead, he should simply drop the sword and use his arm. They win, and Gregor stalks closer once his zweihander clatters to the ground, stretching and grinning as he stares down this genius little intruder.]
Wonder what hurts more right now; that eye I damaged, or your pride? [The joints in his prosthetic hand click-clack softly as he wriggles them in anticipation, before balling them in a fist, ready to strike. Not yet. Can't move too fast, or he'll risk panicked lashing out. That's his cigarette budget we're talking, here.]
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[There's a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he needs to be careful, to take this outside this particular room for now lest he still get his pay docked bigtime for any property damage.
The rest of the conscience voices decree that instead, he should simply drop the sword and use his arm. They win, and Gregor stalks closer once his zweihander clatters to the ground, stretching and grinning as he stares down this genius little intruder.]
Wonder what hurts more right now; that eye I damaged, or your pride? [The joints in his prosthetic hand click-clack softly as he wriggles them in anticipation, before balling them in a fist, ready to strike. Not yet. Can't move too fast, or he'll risk panicked lashing out. That's his cigarette budget we're talking, here.]