[ MacCready stares as the man picks up the rifle like he's going to throw it, eyes widening when he does just that. MacCready has no concept of the Olympics, but he's more than familiar with bandits and mutants hurling things at him from a distance. ]
Are you crazy? What are you—
[ He makes an attempt to catch it, a sloppy one at that, kicks out a leg in the hope of hooking the strap on his foot but misses. In the split second he has to spare, he reaches for it, leaving him gripping onto the ledge with only one hand. It goes about as well as one would expect from someone with absolutely no upper body strength whatsoever, and he loses what little friction he has, fingers slipping off of the stone, he begins to fall. ]
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Are you crazy? What are you—
[ He makes an attempt to catch it, a sloppy one at that, kicks out a leg in the hope of hooking the strap on his foot but misses. In the split second he has to spare, he reaches for it, leaving him gripping onto the ledge with only one hand. It goes about as well as one would expect from someone with absolutely no upper body strength whatsoever, and he loses what little friction he has, fingers slipping off of the stone, he begins to fall. ]