05-07-2009, 12:24 PM
Cowboy growled, as time slowed down in his right eye, the increased adrenaline levels in his bloodstream prompting the sudden increase in information intake. In a blur, he raised his arm, blocking the firey spurt. His armor was built to take damage, the nanotechnology that laid just beneath the metallic plating siphoning off the fuel source for the fire, extinguishing it.
"Just a scared little child." He snorted, lowering his arm, "afraid to face the future. Afraid to face your own undoing. Pathetic."
"Just a scared little child." He snorted, lowering his arm, "afraid to face the future. Afraid to face your own undoing. Pathetic."
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.
