"Aramis." Athos rises to his feet with a look of gentle concern. "Porthos, you go. Aramis can shine the light down behind you." The firm look he sends both men brokers no argument. Matters settled - as far as he is concerned - he unbuckles his sword and leaves it on the ground, keeping his knife with him. "I'll go next."
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Date: 2016-05-17 01:25 am (UTC)