[With his balance broken, Zen stumbles gracelessly, and would easily hit the ground were it not for the wall on the other side to support his weight. Leaning against the wall, he flashes a defiant smirk and reaches for the knife inside his pouch.]
Oh. Are we done playing fair?
[He doesn't sound bothered by the prospect of this game becoming dangerous (quite on the contrary, actually). But feel free to stop him!]
sorry for the lateness!
Oh. Are we done playing fair?
[He doesn't sound bothered by the prospect of this game becoming dangerous (quite on the contrary, actually).
But feel free to stop him!]