"I find it hard to forget that many are pressed into service of House and Empire. That, but for a twist of fate, it might be myself bleeding all over the snow." Natalia blinks as she says that. Like it's something important.
But it's buried under ice and snow, and she listens instead to Malachiasz's next line, and hums an agreement. "Peasants to fight a noble's war, counts to fight a king's, kings to fight an Emperor's."
Load the cartridge. Fire. That's the load. She grumbles faintly as she pulls out a clip-- clips! The empire still used clips instead of a sensible method of reload!-- and began to load.
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Date: 2024-12-26 08:19 pm (UTC)But it's buried under ice and snow, and she listens instead to Malachiasz's next line, and hums an agreement. "Peasants to fight a noble's war, counts to fight a king's, kings to fight an Emperor's."
Load the cartridge. Fire. That's the load. She grumbles faintly as she pulls out a clip-- clips! The empire still used clips instead of a sensible method of reload!-- and began to load.
Eight rounds.