The worst part about this was that Art felt as if he'd expended all his emotional energy on turning down Selwyn's bribe, and now they had to actually figure out how this fucking duel would work. He tilted his head back against Selwyn's armchair, throat facing the ceiling, and sighed. "Right, no one's dying," Art said, because he very much wanted this, and clearly Selwyn did too. "Wands, though, right?" Art didn't even know where to begin finding a gun, and didn't want to, and a sword seemed dramatic.
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