03-15-2009, 12:30 PM
Brandon took another drag off his cigarette, grinning.
"First off, mellow out, Zorromon. Stay frosty." He smirked at him, flashing him his fangs. He turned to Diva, and his smile disappeared, "and you try something like that, and you'll have eight data-busters* in your back before you can call your first move."
(*Data-Buster is a slang term for the bullets they use.)
Renny sighed, and started for the gate.
"Well, before we start killing eachother, I suggest we start moving. It'll take weeks or even months to track down the person's location. I should know, I was raised there." She stated, her tail wagging slowly.
"First off, mellow out, Zorromon. Stay frosty." He smirked at him, flashing him his fangs. He turned to Diva, and his smile disappeared, "and you try something like that, and you'll have eight data-busters* in your back before you can call your first move."
(*Data-Buster is a slang term for the bullets they use.)
Renny sighed, and started for the gate.
"Well, before we start killing eachother, I suggest we start moving. It'll take weeks or even months to track down the person's location. I should know, I was raised there." She stated, her tail wagging slowly.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
