Lucanis sighed. You know what? Fuck it. He could outrun a sheep. The assassin veered right when the creature came toward him again, angled right for Hawke and the waving bit of fabric, and baseball slid under it so the sheep could (hopefully) be caught in the tunic.
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Lucanis sighed. You know what? Fuck it. He could outrun a sheep. The assassin veered right when the creature came toward him again, angled right for Hawke and the waving bit of fabric, and baseball slid under it so the sheep could (hopefully) be caught in the tunic.