09-06-2010, 10:59 AM
"Hello there, outlanders." A female voice said from the shadows.
Moirai stepped out of the corner, a case strapped to her back.
"Cowboy is my friend, a part of my family." She said, a cigarette hanging from her muzzle. "And he cares about the two of you very much. I may not show compassion much, but I do have my moments. Consider this a gift."
She took the case off her back and opened the combination locks on it.
She carefully picked up two weapons that were inside. One ancient, one brand new. In her left hand was an ancient chinese brush, roughly 6 feet long, with a deep black head on it. Chinese script ran down the handle, ancient and powerful runes from an empire long forgotten.
In her other hand was one of the newest, most fearsome weapons in the Clan Arsenal. A chain sword. Seven foot long blade, 2 foot long handle housing a powerful but tiny motor driving three cutting chains that ran its length. The chains were sharpened to a monomolecular edge, being capable of cutting through anything.
"One for Lily, one for Amy." She said, handing the brush to Lily and the chainsword to Amy. "Make the Clan proud. Protect yourselves, protect the Clan, and most of all, protect the ones that can't protect themselves."
Moirai stepped out of the corner, a case strapped to her back.
"Cowboy is my friend, a part of my family." She said, a cigarette hanging from her muzzle. "And he cares about the two of you very much. I may not show compassion much, but I do have my moments. Consider this a gift."
She took the case off her back and opened the combination locks on it.
She carefully picked up two weapons that were inside. One ancient, one brand new. In her left hand was an ancient chinese brush, roughly 6 feet long, with a deep black head on it. Chinese script ran down the handle, ancient and powerful runes from an empire long forgotten.
In her other hand was one of the newest, most fearsome weapons in the Clan Arsenal. A chain sword. Seven foot long blade, 2 foot long handle housing a powerful but tiny motor driving three cutting chains that ran its length. The chains were sharpened to a monomolecular edge, being capable of cutting through anything.
"One for Lily, one for Amy." She said, handing the brush to Lily and the chainsword to Amy. "Make the Clan proud. Protect yourselves, protect the Clan, and most of all, protect the ones that can't protect themselves."
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.
