[Ha, Ravus' brilliant plan is working. Watching the Shield watch him eat his second piece of fruit, Gladiolus has obviously fallen prey to his tactics. Revenge is so close, he can almost taste it...unlike his stolen wine.
...except that Gladio stands up, bottle still in hand, making to leave. That is not the plan, even if Gladiolus is beckoning Ravus to follow him.]
Halt, you...villain. You'll not flee the scene of your crime!
[He stands, teetering a little unsteadily on his wounded leg, but dives forward to seize Gladio's shirt. With the Shield's hands already full, he does not expect much of a fight.
no subject
...except that Gladio stands up, bottle still in hand, making to leave. That is not the plan, even if Gladiolus is beckoning Ravus to follow him.]
Halt, you...villain. You'll not flee the scene of your crime!
[He stands, teetering a little unsteadily on his wounded leg, but dives forward to seize Gladio's shirt. With the Shield's hands already full, he does not expect much of a fight.
He leans forward to demand into Gladio's ear:]
Surrender your stolen goods.
[He smirks, assured of victory.]