Knock knock, it's time to die //Competentpilot
“No.”
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— He stared at Patryk, shifting his foot backward. In no way was he prepared, and even if it hurt his pride, he would have to run for it. Carmine was not fit for a fight at the moment, especially when the opponent had a sword.
“Funny that you say that. I prefer to be fashionably late.”
“That’s not like a proper gentleman,” Patryk answered calmly, thrusting the sword forward and catching Carmine’s hoodie, just above his shoulder. It was a warning, toying with the Norwegian.
“Have you finished everything you set out to do?”
— The sword resulted in Carmine noticeably reacting with a small surprise, as he wasn’t exactly used to swords being this close to him. If he was capable, he would have just shot this Patryk already. Running was slowly seeming like a poor option.
“… Did I piss you off or something? Because I don’t see why your sword is so close to my throat. Then again, I only have one eye.”
“I just hate you,” was the simple answer. “And I have orders. So, please tell me, have you finished all your business?” he asked, withdrawing the sword and preparing for another shot.
