Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20161201134517


 * The man laughs again at Anabel's remark. He displays his teeth triumphantly as he comes ever nearer. I look at Kit and nod. I look back at the man as I bring both the Casull and "Kilishnikov" to bear on him, center mass. I cut loose with both weapons. A hellfire of .454 and 63 magnum rounds cut him down again. He falls down and gets back up. With no more ammonfor the .454, I drop it and feed a new magazine into "Kilishnikov". The man looks at me and sneers.

Man: A military officer, another one like the countless of supposedly noble hearted individuals I have slain in the past 600 years.


 * I look at him and aim "Kilishnikov" at him. The 63 magnum slug practically obliterates his head and he falls backwards on the ground.