Just Outside The Main Gate, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Much like the previous day, Saturday found Arthur venturing back down to the barricade. It was early, the sunlight was yet shallow and leaning towards overcast, and only the first warbles of birds became evident as he slogged at the thing.

At least it had remained intact overnight. He was in full armor yet again, with shamelessly modded Merlin at his side. He'd stayed quiet opposite the boy most of the time, barring talk of strategy. The magic was something that'd have to be discussed again if they managed to survive this whole mess.

He climbed up so he could take a quick survey of the town. Watching the still forms lumber about, he felt a chill settling in his bones. There was only one word he could use to describe it.

"Bugger," he muttered, succinctly, and ran a hand through his hair. Sometimes, he had a knack for brevity.

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was carrying a couple of gun cases, but not really enough to make a significant difference.

She shot Arthur an exasperated look. "Of course I have the means to change that." Not that she wouldn't have said anything if she didn't...

[bitchprince]

"Good," Arthur said, simply, and very, very definitively. "Make sure they're distributed among those of us who aren't armed yet."

Yes, he was counting his crossbow as being armed. Mainly to spite her, although those guns did look shiny.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela eyed his crossbow in something very like amusement. "How are you trying to define 'armed' here?"

[bitchprince]

"Anyone who has a long-ranged weapon at their disposal," he replied, his eyebrows raising at her. "But please, don't let me interrupt you while you're trying to waste time."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"You say that," Triela rolled her eyes, "as if a hand-loaded crossbow isn't enough of one already."

That wasn't a weapon. It was a joke.

[bitchprince]

"My crossbow will do me fine," he said. This was no place for an argument. "See to it that those who don't have one get some of those guns. We'll need it."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela shook her head. "If you say so."

Then: "If I bring in some more gear, do you want a real weapon?"

[bitchprince]

"I have a real weapon," he said, sharply, "But I wouldn't protest a gun for back-up."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

If he said so.

"I'll see what I can do, then."