Jacques listened to Long Fang's description then turned over and sat cross legged on the ground. He laughed weakly.
"Oh, fantastique. C'est tres BAISE FANTASTIQUE!!!" He snarled. "The parasite, the, uh, larva? Does it also have acidic blood?" As he said this he glanced around for the wheellock pistol that had failed him earlier, found it and began scooping the wet powder out of the flashpan, removing the shot and bag of blackpowder in the barrel, replacing it with fresh, dry charge.
"Oh, fantastique. C'est tres BAISE FANTASTIQUE!!!" He snarled. "The parasite, the, uh, larva? Does it also have acidic blood?" As he said this he glanced around for the wheellock pistol that had failed him earlier, found it and began scooping the wet powder out of the flashpan, removing the shot and bag of blackpowder in the barrel, replacing it with fresh, dry charge.