(Is it so sudden! Murder isn't always the best solution, not when you could, like, use your words. Something that Lucretia has apparently boxed Taako into doing, because he immediately launches into a big fuck off speech. She's so proud of him. She loosens her grip around their attacker's neck by careful degrees just in case, but the fight has well and truly gone out of him. Maybe he's realised that the whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, that he's trying to take on a sixty-year old woman and an elf who probably weighs around a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet.
Either way, once Lucretia's arm is down by her side, he scoots.
In the interim Lucretia relaxes, her shoulders dropping; she pinches the bridge of her nose.)
Okay. That was a little too buck wild for my tastes; what happened? Why did he go for you like that?
CATS OUTTA THE BAG
Either way, once Lucretia's arm is down by her side, he scoots.
In the interim Lucretia relaxes, her shoulders dropping; she pinches the bridge of her nose.)
Okay. That was a little too buck wild for my tastes; what happened? Why did he go for you like that?
(read: what did you do)