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“No, hold on,” you snapped, and pointed a rude finger at Karel, “Pick that back up and redo that shot. That didn’t count?”
“Why? Because it missed?”
You banged a fist on the table with the weapons and ammunition, rattling it all. “You threw that!” you said, “I’m not taking a match you lost on <span class="mu-i">purpose</span>! Now do it again, dickhead!”
Karel sighed, and picked up the revolver once more, along with a single shot for it, breaking open the revolver and loading it in, the cylinder given a small spin as he inspected the gun. “If you insist.”
“I do. Now give that far target a new asshole.”
“Right in his head, then,” Karel straightened his back and stretched out his arm, the same intense look crossed his eyes as he squeezed the trigger again. <span class="mu-i">*click*</span>.
“Quit screwin’ around,” you picked up a spent brass casing and pitched it, bouncing it off his head.
Karel gave you a sidelong toying glance, and this time- <span class="mu-i">BANG.</span> The far target’s head target received a new hole in it, and then Karel swiped your knife off the table in front of him, and flung it straight out with not a bit of spin, throwing it so hard it staked through the middle of the closest target.
“Huh,” you couldn’t help but be impressed, as you both walked downrange and you looked at the knife jammed halfway through the target. “I didn’t know you could throw that good.”
“I didn’t know either. I was motivated to perform. Were you, with that many derringers?” Karel grabbed the knife and wiggled the handle, trying to convince it to slide free. “If you were more precise, I’d have no choice but to forfeit. Are you sure <span class="mu-i">you</span> didn’t miss any shots on purpose?”
You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue. “Yeah, sure. I just can’t make up my mind on how much I want to eat milt.” Whatever that was.
“Then what is to be done about this tied score?” Karel asked, raising his palms in inquiry, “I’d presume you’d refuse the easy out as usual, but if you’re truly unsure...?”
He saw through the sarcasm, of course. You were just a bit annoyed that you <span class="mu-i">had</span> missed those shots. You’d have loved to see the look on his face if he’d found himself stuck without a chance.
>A tie means you both lose. Hope Van Halm’s hungry for the taste of defeat, because he’d have to share it with you.
>If he was going to be such a pill about it, then you both win. When you ate brunch you were in a mood for it to be normal.
>Nah, this arbitration wasn’t your style. You had an idea for a tiebreaker…(Write In)
>Other?
