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[Comrade P.]

- Whoa, a skilled warrior here. To be serious, where have you got these fearsome attributes o'brutality? - by the time the phrase is completed, the barrel returns to it's ususal place with a satisfying click.

[Patrick Hunt]

"That requires me to tell you a lot about my past, more then I'm comfortable with. Short version is I was raised differently to you and these weapons were just relics until recently.

[Comrade P.]

- Okay. Disturbing you past in places it hurts your soul was not the thing I intended to do. My sincere apologies.

[Patrick Hunt]

"It doesn't hurt, it's just personal and no offense but I've known you all of a couple of hours. "

[Comrade P.]

- Anyway. You know, you can get challenged to fight a duel for this kind of phrases. I even got one about 20 years ago. Because of a woman. Shot the aristocrat I offended. Bribed the police to close eyes on that little mess.

[Patrick Hunt]

"If people take things that seriously then that's a shame, I stand by what I say.

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Picking fights again, I see." Otto adopts a comical German accent and drawls, "Wunderbar."

[Patrick Hunt]

Corran looks up confused.

"If I was picking a fight I would hit him with my axe. I was brought up to be honest. I say what I think if people take offense at the truth I pity them.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Corran looks up confused.

"If I was picking a fight I would hit him with my axe. I was brought up to be honest. I say what I think if people take offense at the truth I pity them.

Sunan rolls his eyes and plays a little comedic tune on his guitar.

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Naw, I mean our mutual friend Kuzma. I'm starting to think he needs regular fight-picking to complement his diet of alcohol. All in good humor, of course."

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Julia had propped herself up against the back of the train car. At subconsciously hearing the fake German accent, she muttered "Shut up, Fly," involuntarily. She then went back to the land of dreams and turned her head to the side, her eyes still closed.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Naw, I mean our mutual friend Kuzma. I'm starting to think he needs regular fight-picking to complement his diet of alcohol. All in good humor, of course."

"Of course! He is Russian, after all. Isn't it obvious? All Russians I've met were like that. Welllll.... Except for the ones that were French."

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Naw, I mean our mutual friend Kuzma. I'm starting to think he needs regular fight-picking to complement his diet of alcohol. All in good humor, of course."

"Of course! He is Russian, after all. Isn't it obvious? All Russians I've met were like that. Welllll.... Except for the ones that were French."

"Pfft. Plenty of guys in the Kaiserlich were like that, only they picked fights in a less dignified manner. Besides, as far as I know, Russian aristocrats duel. Even though it's forbidden or something." Otto's smile widens. "If Kuzma decides to switch to you now, I won't be surprised. People can be touchy about things like that."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Try to remember about logistics and intelligence when we face that thing later. I'll be focusing on surviving these monsters again."

"Good preparation can win a battle before it is fought. Poor preparation can lose a battle before it is fought."

Pulling his pack off his back Corran stands balancing easily on the moving train and slips his hands inside first lifting his left arm with an enormous metal tower shield strapped onto it following by his right with a large double bladed battle axe, the shield is battered with dozens of battle scars on it and the blade still dirty with dried blood.
"This should tell you everything you need to know about monsters, this shield could stop the lance of a charging horseman and one of the monsters I fought dug it's claws more then an inch into it."

Carl nods.
"Minor question. Why are you fighting with axes in an era of firearms, and where would you find a charging horseman using a lance?"
(Let it be noted that this was asked before he mentioned not wanting to talk about his background.)

"That requires me to tell you a lot about my past, more then I'm comfortable with. Short version is I was raised differently to you and these weapons were just relics until recently.

"I'd say most would still consider them relics."

"Naw, I mean our mutual friend Kuzma. I'm starting to think he needs regular fight-picking to complement his diet of alcohol. All in good humor, of course."

"Of course! He is Russian, after all. Isn't it obvious? All Russians I've met were like that. Welllll.... Except for the ones that were French."

"..." Carl decides not to ask.

"Besides, as far as I know, Russian aristocrats duel. Even though it's forbidden or something."

"Hardly the worst thing they do. Mark my words, they won't last another half-century."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Pfft. Plenty of guys in the Kaiserlich were like that, only they picked fights in a less dignified manner. Besides, as far as I know, Russian aristocrats duel. Even though it's forbidden or something." Otto's smile widens. "If Kuzma decides to switch to you now, I won't be surprised. People can be touchy about things like that."

"Ah! Then there is still hope for the Tzar and his Westerners! Or something like that." Sunan shrugs, "I'm no expert on Russian affairs."