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Brandon peeked up over the large metal crate he was hiding behind, but quickly jerked back as bullets sprayed around him. He sighed. "I really don' wanna die like this," he muttered.
Priss turned to him, huffing slightly. The fact that they were hiding at all instead of fighting was bad enough; she didn't want to listen to his moaning. "I don't plan to," she said resolutely.
"Hell, I didn't plan to either, but..." He made a halfhearted wave in the direction of the firing. "They got guns, we don't. We're way outnumbered. The hell are we 'sposed ta' do?"
"I don't plan to die like this," she repeated, a familiar glint in her eyes. "I plan to die taking out as many of these bastards as possible."
Brandon thought about it a minute. "Guess that works.."
"It does." She drew her sword. "Ready?"
"Hell no," the werewolf answered, drawing his own sword. "Let's go."
They jumped over the crates.
***
Umm, yeah. Short and simple and odd. Don't ask, it was just suddenly there. Who are they fighting? Why are they fighting? Are they really about to die? I have no idea.
Priss turned to him, huffing slightly. The fact that they were hiding at all instead of fighting was bad enough; she didn't want to listen to his moaning. "I don't plan to," she said resolutely.
"Hell, I didn't plan to either, but..." He made a halfhearted wave in the direction of the firing. "They got guns, we don't. We're way outnumbered. The hell are we 'sposed ta' do?"
"I don't plan to die like this," she repeated, a familiar glint in her eyes. "I plan to die taking out as many of these bastards as possible."
Brandon thought about it a minute. "Guess that works.."
"It does." She drew her sword. "Ready?"
"Hell no," the werewolf answered, drawing his own sword. "Let's go."
They jumped over the crates.
***
Umm, yeah. Short and simple and odd. Don't ask, it was just suddenly there. Who are they fighting? Why are they fighting? Are they really about to die? I have no idea.
