03-29-2009, 10:46 AM
Brandon fell back in between the buildings, Reyna in tow.
He broke the action open on his revolver, and pulled out the spent cartridges.
"We need a plan, Reyna." He said, as he reloaded his weapon.
"...we aren't too far from the base." She thought aloud, slinging her Volley Gun over her shoulder, "if we can lure him back there, we can use some of the heavier weaponry we have stored there against him."
"Controlled retreat?" he asked, slamming his revolver shut.
"Controlled retreat." She sighed.
He broke the action open on his revolver, and pulled out the spent cartridges.
"We need a plan, Reyna." He said, as he reloaded his weapon.
"...we aren't too far from the base." She thought aloud, slinging her Volley Gun over her shoulder, "if we can lure him back there, we can use some of the heavier weaponry we have stored there against him."
"Controlled retreat?" he asked, slamming his revolver shut.
"Controlled retreat." She sighed.
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.
