[Arthur pats Gale's back harder than he realizes, then starts waving off people who have stepped between him and the bottle.]
Outta the way, now--
[Once everyone catches wind of what was going on, a few people crane their necks to see, but Arthur pays them no mind. Just as everything faded away when he focused solely on Gale's words, the entire saloon becomes distant background noise when he settles his eyes on the empty bottle. He pulls the knife back over his shoulder, then pitches it forward in a swift arc. The glass bursts into dozens of pieces as the blade pierces it, then embeds itself in the wall with a dull thud.]
[The doctor jerks forward unexpectedly when Arthur pats him on the back, clearing his throat as he rights himself. These outlaws never seem to know their own strength...
As directed, he stands back, unknowingly holding his breath as he watches Arthur pull back and set his aim for the shot. Almost as soon as the knife leaves his hand, it hits the bottle across the room precisely as predicted, sending bits of glass skittering about as the wall brings an end to its flight. A brief moment of silence follows before Gale begins to clap steadily, both brows raised.]
Well, I see you are as good as your word, Mr. Morgan!
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[Arthur pats Gale's back harder than he realizes, then starts waving off people who have stepped between him and the bottle.]
Outta the way, now--
[Once everyone catches wind of what was going on, a few people crane their necks to see, but Arthur pays them no mind. Just as everything faded away when he focused solely on Gale's words, the entire saloon becomes distant background noise when he settles his eyes on the empty bottle. He pulls the knife back over his shoulder, then pitches it forward in a swift arc. The glass bursts into dozens of pieces as the blade pierces it, then embeds itself in the wall with a dull thud.]
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As directed, he stands back, unknowingly holding his breath as he watches Arthur pull back and set his aim for the shot. Almost as soon as the knife leaves his hand, it hits the bottle across the room precisely as predicted, sending bits of glass skittering about as the wall brings an end to its flight. A brief moment of silence follows before Gale begins to clap steadily, both brows raised.]
Well, I see you are as good as your word, Mr. Morgan!