Times like these where its all quite... Peaceful, for lack of a better word.
*I wander up to you, wearing a long cloak made of black feathers*
The name's Crow. Or, Raven, Vulture... You get the idea.
Fire, huh? Alright.
*I put down a large and heavy black bag and shake my cloak, releasing black feathers everywhere*
*I take out a matte black revolver as load it*
*I fire one shot slightly to your left*
[b]I lean right, dodging the bullet based off of an estimation on where your eyes were leading.[/b]
Miss.
[b]I walk toward you, my suits light shine brightly.[/b]
*I smile*
Wasn't aiming for you.
*the bullet hits a black feather floating to the ground behind you and ricochets off of it, the bullet coming straight at you from your back*
*I fire another shot directly at you, attempting to wedge you in between my two bullets*
[b]My thrusters activate, boosting me into the air in a fraction of a second, but the bullets collide in my thigh.[/b]
Ugh! Not bad,
[b]I glance behind myself.[/b]
That's a dense frickin' feather. How do you fly with that weight?
[b]I continue to walk slowly towards you.[/b]
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