[Frank snorts. He always excelled at MCMAP, and nobody sane ever tries to corner him in a fistfight, but that ninja shit is something else.]
Maybe. I wouldn't put money on it. [He's got an ego, but it's not about that. And even if it was, Red would have kicked it into submission by now, all that goddamn flipping around and shit. For looking like such ridiculous asshole in his little devil costume doing somersaults through the air, he packs a mean fucking punch.
But Frank proved that he can ring his bell with a .380 perfectly fine, whether or not he's outclassed with bare hands.
He smirks, dumping his little bottle of whiskey into the coffee pot and finding the supply of Styrofoam cups, pouring himself one.] If most combat took place within ass-slapping distance I'd be more worried about that. [Or he'd just fight dirty and hide handguns in his shoes, you know, like you do.]
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Maybe. I wouldn't put money on it. [He's got an ego, but it's not about that. And even if it was, Red would have kicked it into submission by now, all that goddamn flipping around and shit. For looking like such ridiculous asshole in his little devil costume doing somersaults through the air, he packs a mean fucking punch.
But Frank proved that he can ring his bell with a .380 perfectly fine, whether or not he's outclassed with bare hands.
He smirks, dumping his little bottle of whiskey into the coffee pot and finding the supply of Styrofoam cups, pouring himself one.] If most combat took place within ass-slapping distance I'd be more worried about that. [Or he'd just fight dirty and hide handguns in his shoes, you know, like you do.]