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(Deacon's big game hunt)
[Mon Jan 22 2024]
In The Forest
It is afternoon, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
A sound of the bushes rustling and... much to, perhaps, Deacon's disappointment. It's just Leo. The brute carries an axe, and a vest. And little else beyond the clothes on his back. He glances at Deacon, grunting the other man's way. "Back to back?" Suggests he, resting the axe on his shoulder.
"No need it's in front of us" Deacon says, pointing to the south somewhat. "I suggest we let it advance, then flank. Use the slow speed to pepper it on the way in. You got anything for range?" Deacon doesn't even look at Leo right now, more interested in keeping his eyes out there on the trees.
"Unfortunately, I lost my revolver. It was a foolish mistake." Leo grunts.
Leo says, lifting his axe from his shoulder, "One I don't intend on repeating."
"You need a backup piece? I got a few" Deacon says to Leo at that with a mild nod. "I don't generally recommend the revolver though. Limited shots, and even speed-loaders can be a bitch with those things."
Deacon says "Let's go."
Deacon says "Ohh, boy! That's a big fucker, innit!"
"I'll be content to stick by your side and swing at it should it get too close." Leo supposes.
Crouching down, Deacon nods and pulls out his own pistol. "Fair enough! When it gets close, we'll let loose eh?"
"Uh huh..." Says Leo, finally turning his attention on the beast. He winces, when he notices what it is. Jaw setting tightly. "Big fucker indeed." He says, the emotion fading quickly from his facial features.
Deacon says "Let's move in."
"Revolver is a little too slow. But I'm not involved in the faction game and don't have the connections to get something more reliable..." Says Leo, getting his axe ready to start swinging.
"Damn, but it hits hard" Deacon grunts as claws come raking across his protected arm as he closes the distance.
Deacon says "Stay behind me"
"Shit." Leo grunts, starting to back-pedal away. "Good lu-"
Deacon says "Yeah back it off so I can path to you!"
Backing off some, Leo takes in a few breaths, watching warily as Deacon and the wolf go at it. He takes a moment, waiting for his time to strike. For the wolf to take a snap at Deacon, then Leo is back in.
Deacon roars out in victory, spittle coming from his lips toward the wolf as it falls.
Deacon says "FUCK YOU!"
Leos Big Game Hunt 240123
(Deacon's big game hunt)
[Mon Jan 22 2024]
In The Forest
It is afternoon, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
A sound of the bushes rustling and... much to, perhaps, Deacon's disappointment. It's just Leo. The brute carries an axe, and a vest. And little else beyond the clothes on his back. He glances at Deacon, grunting the other man's way. "Back to back?" Suggests he, resting the axe on his shoulder.
"No need it's in front of us" Deacon says, pointing to the south somewhat. "I suggest we let it advance, then flank. Use the slow speed to pepper it on the way in. You got anything for range?" Deacon doesn't even look at Leo right now, more interested in keeping his eyes out there on the trees.
"Unfortunately, I lost my revolver. It was a foolish mistake." Leo grunts.
Leo says, lifting his axe from his shoulder, "One I don't intend on repeating."
"You need a backup piece? I got a few" Deacon says to Leo at that with a mild nod. "I don't generally recommend the revolver though. Limited shots, and even speed-loaders can be a bitch with those things."
Deacon says "Let's go."
Deacon says "Ohh, boy! That's a big fucker, innit!"
"I'll be content to stick by your side and swing at it should it get too close." Leo supposes.
Crouching down, Deacon nods and pulls out his own pistol. "Fair enough! When it gets close, we'll let loose eh?"
"Uh huh..." Says Leo, finally turning his attention on the beast. He winces, when he notices what it is. Jaw setting tightly. "Big fucker indeed." He says, the emotion fading quickly from his facial features.
Deacon says "Let's move in."
"Revolver is a little too slow. But I'm not involved in the faction game and don't have the connections to get something more reliable..." Says Leo, getting his axe ready to start swinging.
"Damn, but it hits hard" Deacon grunts as claws come raking across his protected arm as he closes the distance.
Deacon says "Stay behind me"
"Shit." Leo grunts, starting to back-pedal away. "Good lu-"
Deacon says "Yeah back it off so I can path to you!"
Backing off some, Leo takes in a few breaths, watching warily as Deacon and the wolf go at it. He takes a moment, waiting for his time to strike. For the wolf to take a snap at Deacon, then Leo is back in.
Deacon roars out in victory, spittle coming from his lips toward the wolf as it falls.
Deacon says "FUCK YOU!"