Marc knelt down and reached for the nearest pouch. The coins and food were in the other pouch, but his loaded pistol was in this one. He pretended to fumble around through the contents, his nose pointed at the bag.
However, his eyes were locked onto the rogue as that smile faded. Leave it to a brigand to assume the worst in their victims.
“I said HA—” the rogue yelled.
By that point Marc had already drawn his pistol. It was aimed at his chest and this time he purposefully aimed lower on account of his shots to land high. The man hesitated for a fraction of a second, unwilling to charge an armed foe. However, that sickly smile returned to his lips and charged. He guessed I won’t be able to pull the trigger…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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