Claude is appropriately flabbergasted for the second it takes him to recognize whose dress it is that's come out of nowhere, and he'd almost be inclined to laugh— was Iona wearing anything under this?
But a second man is stepping out of the shadows, followed by a third, and Claude isn't properly equipped to deal with this right now. Sadly, he's not much when it comes to fighting. ]
I'll be going, then—
[ Is what he tries to say, with a turn on his heels. That's cut short, though, by gunfire and the unmistakable sensation of a bullet grazing his arm.
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What the fuck.
Claude is appropriately flabbergasted for the second it takes him to recognize whose dress it is that's come out of nowhere, and he'd almost be inclined to laugh— was Iona wearing anything under this?
But a second man is stepping out of the shadows, followed by a third, and Claude isn't properly equipped to deal with this right now. Sadly, he's not much when it comes to fighting. ]
I'll be going, then—
[ Is what he tries to say, with a turn on his heels. That's cut short, though, by gunfire and the unmistakable sensation of a bullet grazing his arm.
Bastards. ]