It's not every day that things just happen when people wave their hands about. Faolan isn't stupid -- he knows it has something to do with that stick in the other man's hand, but that's about where his knowledge stops. After all, he doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing.
He raises his eyebrows at his companion, both at -- whatever in the hell that was -- and also the gesture that follows. Alright, fine. Two can play at this game.
Faolan draws a dagger, waiting until the man has cleared the rail and lands on the deck before he releases it. The weapon sails in a perfect arc, sinking into the chest of the second invader, who drops onto the deck -- dead, a look of stunned surprise on his face.
Faolan makes a (somewhat more sarcastic) gesture back at his companion as if to say, tadaa, before crossing the distance and retrieving his dagger.
"I imagine that it's certainly their goal," he says, nodding toward the dead man.
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It's not every day that things just happen when people wave their hands about. Faolan isn't stupid -- he knows it has something to do with that stick in the other man's hand, but that's about where his knowledge stops. After all, he doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing.
He raises his eyebrows at his companion, both at -- whatever in the hell that was -- and also the gesture that follows. Alright, fine. Two can play at this game.
Faolan draws a dagger, waiting until the man has cleared the rail and lands on the deck before he releases it. The weapon sails in a perfect arc, sinking into the chest of the second invader, who drops onto the deck -- dead, a look of stunned surprise on his face.
Faolan makes a (somewhat more sarcastic) gesture back at his companion as if to say, tadaa, before crossing the distance and retrieving his dagger.
"I imagine that it's certainly their goal," he says, nodding toward the dead man.