10-11-2008, 10:05 AM
The clank of iron against iron and the hisses from boilers. The blood red monstrosities of Iron and Steel lumbered their way across the valley, augmented by soldiers armored in a fashion similar to the Warjacks ahead of them.
Warcaster Korbachev, the Infamous Deathslinger of the Khador Army, walked alongside his men, silent as the night.
The moonlight of the clear night illuminated their way easily, and it was dim enough for Brandon to be without his goggles. His night vision was what set him apart from other Warcasters, with the ability to spot a camoflagued soldier at 100 yards through the blackest of night.
While his soldiers conversed quietly amongst themselves, Brandon walked along, his scythe swung low, and his Nock Cannon across his back. He looked up, to the fires belching from the boilers of his 'Jacks, as he silently commanded them foreward, toward their enemy; The Protectorate of Menoth.
Warcaster Korbachev, the Infamous Deathslinger of the Khador Army, walked alongside his men, silent as the night.
The moonlight of the clear night illuminated their way easily, and it was dim enough for Brandon to be without his goggles. His night vision was what set him apart from other Warcasters, with the ability to spot a camoflagued soldier at 100 yards through the blackest of night.
While his soldiers conversed quietly amongst themselves, Brandon walked along, his scythe swung low, and his Nock Cannon across his back. He looked up, to the fires belching from the boilers of his 'Jacks, as he silently commanded them foreward, toward their enemy; The Protectorate of Menoth.
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.
