[D'Artagnan's mouth flattened into a line as he watched Susan spun around and (apparently) hit one of the beasts with her poker. If he had to critique her form-- which, let's be honest, he's always critiquing form-- he'd have to say that she's holding the poker wrong, and that she'll probably be in pain the next day, but he supposes it's better than being dead. And it's not really an appropriate time.
It curls into a smirk as she joins him, and he nods.]
I'll have to be, won't I? Besides, it'll do for now.
[And when he hears the growling come closer, and the tell-tale thud of paws on tile, he moves forward, sword drawn, to attack.]
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It curls into a smirk as she joins him, and he nods.]
I'll have to be, won't I? Besides, it'll do for now.
[And when he hears the growling come closer, and the tell-tale thud of paws on tile, he moves forward, sword drawn, to attack.]