[ Loser spreads his hands, the coils on either palm glowing with blue light, and lifts his shoulders in a shrug. ] Surprise.
[ He darts forward again, stabbing at the mercenary’s chest with armored fingers. He’s not sure if the local authorities will arrive to help this man or not, but he’d rather not stall too long. There’s a cheer from the crowd outside, as Loser’s two little drones circle the men, broadcasting the fight. ]
no subject
[ He darts forward again, stabbing at the mercenary’s chest with armored fingers. He’s not sure if the local authorities will arrive to help this man or not, but he’d rather not stall too long. There’s a cheer from the crowd outside, as Loser’s two little drones circle the men, broadcasting the fight. ]