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Arrows, Bullets, Magic, and Muskets….You Sicken Me!
When Arthur declared he needed to figure out who exactly were the criminals both Crow and Owen were more than a bit comically angry. “What the hell do you mean? We both fought those Bone Dragons with Haruko. How am I a bad guy?” “Someone who represents the shining light of justice like me could never be considered a criminal….you sicken me!” However while the two bounty hunters argued with the Ice Mage the real criminals took advantage. With one firing a musket at Crow and the other shooting arrows at Owen. The two bounty hunters immediately shifted focused to the incoming threats.
Crow and Owen reacted almost simultaneously to the situation. Crow rolling out of the way of the shot noticing how the man compensated for the inaccuracy of the weapon by adjusting the angle of the rifle. While Owen also spun elegantly out of the arrow’s path snatching one out of the air. “How dare you take advantage of a gentleman when his back is turn? This conduct is not fitting for a lady in anyway…you sicken me!” On the other side of the room Crow got ready to return fire however before he could pull the trigger Owen saw him out of the corner of his eye. An arrow came flying across the room implanting itself in the wall next to his head. The Last Gunslinger eyes widen a little in shock to see Owen glaring at him.
“What the hell you freaking Fancy Nancy?” (Note: Fancy Nancy is an old Gunslinger term to refer to pretty boys, high class city men, and effeminate guys in general. It is in no way derogatory. Okay. NOT DEROGATORY!) “I’m on your side you dumbass!” The Glorious Light turned his nose up with disgust, “A dirty gun wielding cowboy claiming he is on the side of righteous, brilliant, and beautiful justice. You may not be their ally but you have not proven you are mine….You sicken me!” Comical anger bubbles formed around Crow as he popped up from behind his cover exposing himself. “WHAT THE HELL YOU JUST CALL ME? THOSE ARE FIGHT’N WORDS!” However despite Crow’s rage the Gentleman ignored him, “Your howling like a wild beast is rude and not the conduct of a gentleman let alone a man…you sicken me!”
Owen swiftly moved in towards Irene, from beneath his mask one could see a dim glow which increased slightly when he flashed a charming smile. Upon seeing the light one may feel a bit charmed and disarmed against the Glorious Light. Meanwhile Owen brought his arm back his fingers straighten like a spear and thrust it forward. “Lance de Poète!” A powerful force followed the strike like an invisible spear, which could pierce through a normal man, aimed at Irene’s gut….however. “Flecha!”
A powerful bolt of electrical NE (natural energy) tore across the room tearing up some of the counters throwing glass in all directions. The bolt broke apart Owen’s attack and took out the opposite wall. Crow had his arm stretched out energy still surging from his hand as he glared at Owen. “I said those are fight’n words and…you really sicken me.”