[ Needless to say, the explosion was something Victor was not expecting, as shown by him stumbling slightly due to the shock of the noise. He skids to a stop, turning around to look at his savior (a young woman?), a dog, and the remains of the bear.
What used to be a bear is now an ex-bear.
Needless to say, Victor's exceedingly shocked, partly because he's got no idea what the hell a grenade is. He gets to his feet, brushing off some dust from his coat. ]
Compressed explosives—lit without a match, I presume. [ After all, he didn't hear a match struck, right? ] Well, that's certainly something new.
[ At least, it's certainly something new to Mr. 1892 over here. He's still a little bit rattled due to...well, everything, but he manages to give Miriam a small little nod. ] Thank you.
[ After all, there's no denying she saved his ass. ]
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What used to be a bear is now an ex-bear.
Needless to say, Victor's exceedingly shocked, partly because he's got no idea what the hell a grenade is. He gets to his feet, brushing off some dust from his coat. ]
Compressed explosives—lit without a match, I presume. [ After all, he didn't hear a match struck, right? ] Well, that's certainly something new.
[ At least, it's certainly something new to Mr. 1892 over here. He's still a little bit rattled due to...well, everything, but he manages to give Miriam a small little nod. ] Thank you.
[ After all, there's no denying she saved his ass. ]