[How your murdergame execution go, Twinks? Pretty good, it doesn't seem.
Taako gasps - or, actually, he would gasp, if he had any airway left, but he doesn’t. So. He doesn’t make any noise, except the panicked scrambling in the snow and making one last bid for freedom. His hands scramble for purchase on anything, snow, a mysterious axe that appears out of the ether to save him, a gun that came from fucking nowhere, and when none of that appears, he hits on the pen still deeply embedded in his thigh.
You get to reroll to escape a grapple every turn you know.
Grabbing the end that’s still sticking out of his leg, he yanks - he’d scream again if he could (but, as noted, no airway) - leaving a gush of blood on the snow.
Then he slams the pen as hard as he can into the side of Nie Huaisang’s neck. Pointy side first. Abra-ka-fuck you, bitch?]
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Taako gasps - or, actually, he would gasp, if he had any airway left, but he doesn’t. So. He doesn’t make any noise, except the panicked scrambling in the snow and making one last bid for freedom. His hands scramble for purchase on anything, snow, a mysterious axe that appears out of the ether to save him, a gun that came from fucking nowhere, and when none of that appears, he hits on the pen still deeply embedded in his thigh.
You get to reroll to escape a grapple every turn you know.
Grabbing the end that’s still sticking out of his leg, he yanks - he’d scream again if he could (but, as noted, no airway) - leaving a gush of blood on the snow.
Then he slams the pen as hard as he can into the side of Nie Huaisang’s neck. Pointy side first. Abra-ka-fuck you, bitch?]