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[Bond has a lot of weapons. A lot. He has a small gun locker filled with guns for all occasions. He has a small arsenal. And what is he armed with? Not his Walther, not an assault rifle or a sniper, but a plastic sword.
He's also dressed in a beautifully fitted Tom Ford suit. He thinks it's a suit of armor, but you can trust James Bond to look damn good while he larps.
When he holds the communicator up, it's clear he's standing near the gym's entrance. The look on his face is very serious as he looks up into the camera, fake sword propped on his shoulder.]
In the name of all that's Holy, [and wow he will be laughing at this later], none will pass into this realm.
[And there's a bit of fumbling for a moment, while he finds a place to set the communicator up. Drama and staging are important. Backing up a few steps, he points his (very fake, did I mention how fake it looks) sword at the screen.]
Any who try shall regret crossing blades with - wait--
[He pulls a die from his pocket and crouches down to roll it. When he sees the result, he nods definitively and rises again, pocketing his token.]
None who cross blades with Sir Shieldhart shall live.
He's also dressed in a beautifully fitted Tom Ford suit. He thinks it's a suit of armor, but you can trust James Bond to look damn good while he larps.
When he holds the communicator up, it's clear he's standing near the gym's entrance. The look on his face is very serious as he looks up into the camera, fake sword propped on his shoulder.]
In the name of all that's Holy, [and wow he will be laughing at this later], none will pass into this realm.
[And there's a bit of fumbling for a moment, while he finds a place to set the communicator up. Drama and staging are important. Backing up a few steps, he points his (very fake, did I mention how fake it looks) sword at the screen.]
Any who try shall regret crossing blades with - wait--
[He pulls a die from his pocket and crouches down to roll it. When he sees the result, he nods definitively and rises again, pocketing his token.]
None who cross blades with Sir Shieldhart shall live.
[Spam] <3!
On the other hand, she looks like she might be one of the undead masses, and he should probably strike those down.]
I see you've yet to master the art of surprise.
[But he takes out his die and rolls - a five. That is certainly a look of consternation on his face.]
[Spam] <333!
[Since she gets to go first the dice comes back out and she rolls. 17. Much better. She grins at the results for only a moment before she punches him face.
Sylvanas makes her own fun. u_u]
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Especially because he mostly just stands there and takes the punch, which means his nose is bleeding now, damn it.
Trying to staunch its flow with one hand, he uses his other to level his fake sword at her with a very useful glare.]
Were you not a woman I'd strike you down where you stand. [No.]
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Well, now I'm going to have to hit you again just on principle.
[And she will if you don't take your turn. Hell she'll hit you again anyway for that comment. Because your sword is fake and won't even leave a mark, no matter how good a roll you get, "Shieldhart".]
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As it is, he just lifts his chin because huff, he is not going to strike a lady, however ghoulish she may be. Bring it Sylvanas.]
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[She rolls again, and socks him in the jaw. Light, this feels good.]