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Date:
2008-07-08 07:04 am (UTC)
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"Funny what don't," he replies lightly, taking in the scene below.
Just as he'd figured.
Returning Dan's nod, his expression darkens; he goes cold and calm and calculating in the space between two breaths.
This is what he
does
.
He draws.
Aims.
bang
The first flanker falls.
Aims again.
bang
So does the other, tumbling head over ass off his horse, his body creating a small dust trail all its own.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
bang
The second on the coach doesn't get a chance to scramble for the Gatling.
"Driver," Ben barks at Dan, already moving down the path.
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Date: 2008-07-08 07:04 am (UTC)Just as he'd figured.
Returning Dan's nod, his expression darkens; he goes cold and calm and calculating in the space between two breaths.
This is what he does.
He draws.
Aims.
bang
The first flanker falls.
Aims again.
bang
So does the other, tumbling head over ass off his horse, his body creating a small dust trail all its own.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
bang
The second on the coach doesn't get a chance to scramble for the Gatling.
"Driver," Ben barks at Dan, already moving down the path.