[ And with that stellar compliment, Peter holds up a hand to halt their progress. The quiet murmur of shouts muted by distance, and Peter tucks the two of them against the wall of another empty little cottage just as a few men in red coats appear around the corner. Peter peeks around, sees the three men conferring, and one of them kneels, peering at something on the ground.
A splotch of Peter’s blood, if he had to guess, especially since the man gestures up the road. ]
Shit.
[ Peter licks his lips, hand wrapping around the hilt of his sword; he glances over at Charlie, gives him a thoughtful sort of look. ]
You remember how to fight, or do we need to make a run for it?
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[ And with that stellar compliment, Peter holds up a hand to halt their progress. The quiet murmur of shouts muted by distance, and Peter tucks the two of them against the wall of another empty little cottage just as a few men in red coats appear around the corner. Peter peeks around, sees the three men conferring, and one of them kneels, peering at something on the ground.
A splotch of Peter’s blood, if he had to guess, especially since the man gestures up the road. ]
Shit.
[ Peter licks his lips, hand wrapping around the hilt of his sword; he glances over at Charlie, gives him a thoughtful sort of look. ]
You remember how to fight, or do we need to make a run for it?