03-26-2009, 10:17 PM
Brandon's ears laid back, as he pulled his overly massive 8-shot revolver from its holster.
"Renny," Brandon said lowly, looking out of the corner of his eye at his partner, "when I say so, get ready to digivolve. This guy aint a weakling we can get the jump on."
Reyna nodded, and phased into the shadows. She reappeared directly behind the robotic digimon. This was their tactic. To have Brandon draw the enemy's attention with his barking hand-cannon, while Reyna moved in for a kill. It is also why she has such a large amount of data to her code and still hold a rookie base-form.
Once he saw she was in position, he slowly cocked the hammer back on his revolver, and glared at the digimon.
"As a Digimon Marshall, I command you to put your hands over your head, and allow yourself to be detained peacefully." He ordered, his weapon trained on the digimon's head.
"Renny," Brandon said lowly, looking out of the corner of his eye at his partner, "when I say so, get ready to digivolve. This guy aint a weakling we can get the jump on."
Reyna nodded, and phased into the shadows. She reappeared directly behind the robotic digimon. This was their tactic. To have Brandon draw the enemy's attention with his barking hand-cannon, while Reyna moved in for a kill. It is also why she has such a large amount of data to her code and still hold a rookie base-form.
Once he saw she was in position, he slowly cocked the hammer back on his revolver, and glared at the digimon.
"As a Digimon Marshall, I command you to put your hands over your head, and allow yourself to be detained peacefully." He ordered, his weapon trained on the digimon's head.
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.
