[Jack pats himself down, finding both sword and W.G. in their places, first at his hip and second scabbarded crossways atop his pack. It's the latter he draws, testing it with a few swings, looking from Eugene back toward the city across the field. He does not look enthusiastic.]
I don't suppose we can claim a sick day from needing to storm a walled city, now.
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[Jack pats himself down, finding both sword and W.G. in their places, first at his hip and second scabbarded crossways atop his pack. It's the latter he draws, testing it with a few swings, looking from Eugene back toward the city across the field. He does not look enthusiastic.]
I don't suppose we can claim a sick day from needing to storm a walled city, now.