[Richtofen shifts his body, and the kick hits him in the leg. He cries out in pain, but holds fast, his grip on Nesir's hair never letting up. As a counter to her daggers, he shifts his gun in his hand, pointing the barrel at her head.
He isn't sure how much Nesir has learned about guns since she arrived in the Tower, but he hopes she's still fairly ignorant. A gun like the MP 40 has a good amount of recoil, and it's fully automatic. If Richtofen were to try to shoot it at her with one hand, he could very well break his wrist, and the bullets might not even hit her.
But then again, there's a chance that they might. And if there's even a small chance that he can put a bullet through her brain, Richtofen will take it, if it comes down to that.
He growls, deep and low in his throat.]
The same to you, Fräulein. [He spits the last word out with a scoff.]
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He isn't sure how much Nesir has learned about guns since she arrived in the Tower, but he hopes she's still fairly ignorant. A gun like the MP 40 has a good amount of recoil, and it's fully automatic. If Richtofen were to try to shoot it at her with one hand, he could very well break his wrist, and the bullets might not even hit her.
But then again, there's a chance that they might. And if there's even a small chance that he can put a bullet through her brain, Richtofen will take it, if it comes down to that.
He growls, deep and low in his throat.]
The same to you, Fräulein. [He spits the last word out with a scoff.]