[ dumb heroic shit just happens to be in his convoluted blood, but he can keep that to himself for now. what he doesn't keep to himself — ]
A wolf? [ he laughs, allowing himself to be hauled along and glad for the help. ] No, monsters are more my thing. Shadows? Demons? Not sure what to really identify it as. Careful with me, I'm luxury goods.
[ he says this as he tumbles ungracefully through the window, losing his balance to land right on his wounded arm. his vision swims at the sudden jolt of pain. his hopes that it will clear his mind are dashed — apparently he can only take so much damage before it becomes burdensome.
still, they're inside, and that's progress. at least he hopes the man is behind him. nikolai pushes himself up with his good arm, unholstering the second revolver digging into his hip. ]
Give me a moment. [ he's trying to plan out his next course of action, which should include assessing the safety of the room, charming the people downstairs into not throwing them out, or perhaps just locking the doors until he feels less like he's going to pass out. he should peel back his coat and look at his arm, but he's not so keen on examining a bunch of teeth marks in his flesh right now. ] I'm Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka.
[ it feels like an unnecessary addition, which is, of course, why he adds it. he does, after a minute, manage to get to his feet. ]
I'm going to check the windows. [ he holds out his gun, the handle smeared with blood. ] Would you like to shoot anything that moves? Not me. Anything wolf-shaped.
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A wolf? [ he laughs, allowing himself to be hauled along and glad for the help. ] No, monsters are more my thing. Shadows? Demons? Not sure what to really identify it as. Careful with me, I'm luxury goods.
[ he says this as he tumbles ungracefully through the window, losing his balance to land right on his wounded arm. his vision swims at the sudden jolt of pain. his hopes that it will clear his mind are dashed — apparently he can only take so much damage before it becomes burdensome.
still, they're inside, and that's progress. at least he hopes the man is behind him. nikolai pushes himself up with his good arm, unholstering the second revolver digging into his hip. ]
Give me a moment. [ he's trying to plan out his next course of action, which should include assessing the safety of the room, charming the people downstairs into not throwing them out, or perhaps just locking the doors until he feels less like he's going to pass out. he should peel back his coat and look at his arm, but he's not so keen on examining a bunch of teeth marks in his flesh right now. ] I'm Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka.
[ it feels like an unnecessary addition, which is, of course, why he adds it. he does, after a minute, manage to get to his feet. ]
I'm going to check the windows. [ he holds out his gun, the handle smeared with blood. ] Would you like to shoot anything that moves? Not me. Anything wolf-shaped.