[See, now this is style. This is how you fight somebody in an alley. Mista is immediately pleased by his luck at brawling companions. Look, it's a robot cowboy! What more could a guy want.]
[Sadly, the woman isn't as impressed.] You can try, [she drawls, a vicious imitation of McCree's own speech.] I don't really need it.
It'd even her out, [Mista offers, and she laughs again, because of course she does. She's having a great time, like any good con artist would.]
[And--she's advancing. Mista hesitates only for a second before pulling the dagger from his belt. It's no shield and sword, but he's not comfortable with those yet, and anyway, if he could hold his own against Narancia five times out of six, he can sure as hell survive this. On their other side, facing McCree, the other members of the Welcomers approach--greater in number, but quieter and less rude, for what that's worth.]
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[Sadly, the woman isn't as impressed.] You can try, [she drawls, a vicious imitation of McCree's own speech.] I don't really need it.
It'd even her out, [Mista offers, and she laughs again, because of course she does. She's having a great time, like any good con artist would.]
[And--she's advancing. Mista hesitates only for a second before pulling the dagger from his belt. It's no shield and sword, but he's not comfortable with those yet, and anyway, if he could hold his own against Narancia five times out of six, he can sure as hell survive this. On their other side, facing McCree, the other members of the Welcomers approach--greater in number, but quieter and less rude, for what that's worth.]