>>6113395>>6113414Uniform took the worst of it - the bullet punched in through the crenelations of the stone roof and out the other side before hitting you. Much of its energy was already spent, but what a shot.
Your arm feels as if you can just barely, with a itch of pain, use it. You test your balance. Something about all this feels horrendously like all your gambling debts being called all at once, the universe reaching out to balance the scales. Maybe, somewhere, Probos is smiling. If an Icon can smile.
The Windsworn around you step back once and form a rough half circle. You can hear light feet, running. Seems someone in their rank has first call on the knifegame, tough you may not wish to still be here when he arrives for a rematch.
Then again. Old Company talk. Maybe the Windsworn are honourable enough. Could be they actually let you walk if you knife one of their people. Though then you might have to walk out through half a hundred of them.
Difficult for the mobility kit to push you back up the cliff-way. Might take more Fuel than you have. Not impossible, but up and across is a bad angle. Still, might be better than knifefighting people who think of cutting into their captives as a fun hobby.
