Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.
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I guess this is a good time to close this out. I'll leave final replies & archival up to you guys!


Revui was going to get what he wanted even if he had to (to some limited degree) play ball with this man's stupid rules. Including someone who was obviously injured would only detract from their chances but hey, he wanted to kill something and fill his belly, so whatever. They seemed confident that their snarky partner would keep their mouth shut long enough for them to hunt down these pronghorn and that was good enough for Revui.

Until his stick-weilding companion spoke up. His raised voice dwarfed any other discussion happening (and served to piss off the man's bitch enough to be something of a final straw, at which point she gave up on the situation and appeared to waddle off, maybe to scream at a rock since nobody alive was paying attention to her). Sunhawk made a good point but the point actually went right over Fezzik's Revui's head.

Sunhawk went, —we can hunt another time when all of us are in better moods.

Revui wanted to snipe at him a little but being as dumb as a pile of bricks, he couldn't find the words fast enough and just gawked a moment. They were now down one person and there was still some tension in the air; at the very least they'd put the proverbial yardsticks away from the measuring contest, but Revui still did not trust him.

More than anything he wanted to take this man down, merely because he was big and intimidating and looked like a challenge, which was always the chief motivation for the dumbass. Seeing as how Sunhawk wasn't eager to tag-team with him on that, Revui would have to let that slide too — perhaps on another day they could have their fight. A spar and dinner, sounded quaint.

Sunhawk is right. He finally drawls. He does not wait for the other man to reply at all, and turns away, unafraid to swagger off with his back turned to the possible threat of this burly man. He waited a moment for Sunhawk to catch up to him if he chose to, and climbed through the canyon, as if none of this mess had ever happened.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.  ⤑

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RE: They're throwing bottles at your house. - by Revui (Ghost) - July 24, 2020, 02:33 PM