The shots exploded through the quiet summer sky perpetually casted upon the Dojo. A good duel was always of interest to Sawyer, who sat back, listening to what he could find on the radio not compromised by static and drinking chilled whiskey when he heard the sound of a high-powered revolver crackle with gunpowder and fire. With closed eyes he stood from his resting place on the damp wool cot soaked with sweat, stepping from his quaint Dojoville home. The home he had found after minutes of striking through the streets of paved stone and concrete burning under his feet from the harsh sun resembled the other humble huts assigned to residents of the Dojo. However, the Sparrowhawk outside was strange... and more so the girl who cried with her midsection permeated by pooling blood. He approached before seeing the light fur and shaven horns, instant resemblance stirring within him. His hurried walk became a sprint, rushing towards Beta.