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Message: <blockquote data-quote="fireinthedust" data-source="post: 4872545" data-attributes="member: 51930">[sblock=Kenhood & Hadarai]   Emral felt the tip of the bolt poking into his temple, and the smug voice of (the Genasi decided his name) "Mr Hero-Chin" goading him on.  Crossbow to the temple when I'm not looking, eh?  Bet you paid some good money for it, probably been around adventuring for a while, probably how you lost the ability to play the harp.  Means you know when a man's got something up his sleeve.  The words come as Emral looks straight ahead, a determined look on his face.  The look of someone who knows that to back down an inch would be asking a bully like sword-chin-guy to pull the trigger.  The kind of look someone who's been bullied before gives, when they figured out how to dig in their heels and play the same game right back at them: half madness, half suicide, all pushed on a wave of equal parts adrenaline and stupidity.  Likely you're thinking of how easy it would be to shoot some noob in the head, see if he's got lit charcoal in his brain like he's got in his mouth.  But then something in the back of your mind starts looking at all the weapons in this room, and telling you that anyone who'd shuck jive at a room like this is either stupid... or doesn't have a problem with a problem.  Then you're looking at me and remembering how Genasi explode when people hit them.  You're looking at your crossbow and wondering if you fire will it screw up your other hand?  Then you're thinking about all those posters you've been seeing around town, about those adventurers taking on the Legion of Bone at the [color-green]TURTLEDOME![/color]this week, and how one of them is a fire genasi.  You're thinking maybe this is the same guy.  Maybe he knows what he's doing.  Maybe if he can take on an army of skeletons he can take a crossbow bolt to the head.  Or maybe he's one of those teleporting sorcerers, and the second you shoot that bolt he'll be gone.  Maybe.  If you're lucky.This was it, Emral thought.  Give it all you got.Emral turned his head to face the soldier-of-fortune, staring him in the eye with a half-mad grin screwing up his face.  So I have to ask you.  Do you feel lucky?  Well?  Do ya?[/sblock]</blockquote>

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