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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/8/2018 4:31:51 AM
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The mismatched footsteps of an oddly gaited person were audible, if muted to the man with the plugs.
With it, cane an amiable, if not worn voice.
"Greetings."
Was all the man said, waiting for the shooter to respond in kind we he seemingly watched
English
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“Ah? Hello there, I did not expect to have company.” The ashen haired warrior commented as he looked up from his task towards the newcomer.
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It was an old man, wearing the red and grey clothes of his place of origin, slightly torn, worn, and padded in places so it acted as armor. On his back was a curved sword, a sort of collapsible staff, and a blunder buss "What kind of weapon do you have?" He asked, even as Cain saw his peg leg and good leg
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“I believe they call this a [i]colt.[/i]” Cain told the old man, gesturing to the pistol beside him. “It is...just a pistol, really.”
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"a rather....advanced pistol, wouldn't you say?" He added amiably as he admired the gun "Seems a fine weapon to me"
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“To me, Yes. However if you were to ask some of the others here I believe they would say it’s rather old.” Cain would say. “Anyways...What brings you here Sir?”
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"Nothing, just stretching my old legs. I am not as spry as I used to be." The old man replied dryly, watching the target
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“Ah. I see...” Cain finished loading the magazine and slipped it into the gun, pressing a button on the wall which sent Cain’s target back 40 yards.
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"Wouldn't you prefer a rifle?" The man asked, shaking his head. Even if Cain could pull it off, he knew that it was foolhardy to attempt such tricks in battle
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[spoiler]Uh...what tricks...he just sent the target back 40 yards lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]long range pistol shooting is incredibly hard to do[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]okay I see[/spoiler] Cain would put in his ear plugs, then begin to take slow shots. He took his time with each one, as if he was wanting to make sure he wasn’t being too hasty.
