Oh— really, darling? [ is Astarion's exasperated reaction, sounding more like they're in the midst of a lovers' spat than a battle. He isn't exactly threatened by this out-of-shape dwarf with a staff, although perhaps he should be, because the man stumbles toward him and manages to crack him right in the face with his quarterstaff, very possibly by accident.
Whether it was intention or serendipity, Astarion grabs his suddenly throbbing nose, moaning, ] Godsdammit!
[ Now he's really going to have dark circles.
"You asked for it!" the man replies, all bluster and bravado, as he swivels between them, quarterstaff at the ready. ]
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Whether it was intention or serendipity, Astarion grabs his suddenly throbbing nose, moaning, ] Godsdammit!
[ Now he's really going to have dark circles.
"You asked for it!" the man replies, all bluster and bravado, as he swivels between them, quarterstaff at the ready. ]