Cowboy stayed standing, suspecting a trap. His left eye observed the chair he was offered, while his biomechanical eye dimmed the light emitted from the entity, and zoomed in on its oddly disturbing features.
His vision in his right eye suddenly shifted, becoming a crosshair, with a red dot where the muzzle of his rifle was. The outer light on it shifted to a dull red, as his targeting system was activated. He wasn't here to negotiate. They only sent him in to do one thing: Terminate with Extreme Prejudice.
He shifted his rifle in his armored paws, waiting for his chance to attack.
His vision in his right eye suddenly shifted, becoming a crosshair, with a red dot where the muzzle of his rifle was. The outer light on it shifted to a dull red, as his targeting system was activated. He wasn't here to negotiate. They only sent him in to do one thing: Terminate with Extreme Prejudice.
He shifted his rifle in his armored paws, waiting for his chance to attack.
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.
