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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Frenchfry:
The blue haired kid attacked Stefan almost the moment he reached the knives. Instinctively, he sidestepped the vertical slash, swinging his leg up in a mid-kick.
"Slow down there, cowboy! Can't you tell I'm not the other guy? I'm far too masculine and good looking to be your apparent rival."
Mr. Fox:
Then who are you? Huh?
I knew that this person was to good at close combat for my sword to do much good so I sheathed it and drew my knives. I entered my fighting stance and waited for him to make the first move...
Frenchfry:
Stefan gave a half-salute, half-wave.
"Name's Stefan. Eight-year Thai boxer and pretty good shot with a Colt. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a 5.5 millimeter Single Action Army barrel on hand, would you?"
Mr. Fox:
I relaxed, he wasn't going to fight me.
Not on hand, but one of my guys has a poop load of guns and might have the one you want. Have you seen Demos? He has a vendetta against me.
Frenchfry:
Stefan put another chip in his mouth.
"Is he that guy with the gun-sword thing? If so, yeah."
He waved his hand in the direction of the guy whose name was apparently Demos.
"He's 'bout five aisles down that way. But since I kinda owe the guy..."
Stefan drew his Colt, firing a round into the air.
"Hey, Demos, there's a blue haired angry-lookin' dude over here asking where you are! I kinda just told him!"
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