It's not the first time there have been bat monsters on the Milliways grounds, nor the first time a coalition -- a tet, if you'd like -- has formed to fight against the things that come from out of the blue, and into
( consign you forever to )
the black.
"Canda," says the gunslinger with the shooter's eyes and the white at his temples, in Cort's dry teacher's voice, "is the distance that assures that outnumbered gunslingers cannot be killed by a single shot."
Shooting one-handed, he is, reloading, with that peacemaker with the sandalwood grips, glowing and golden as soft sand, as late-summer light in the Maine woods, and she'll have no trouble hearing him over the sound of thunder. "Never the same distance in any two situations, my dear." There: the faded blue eyes snap toward Ingress, catching and holding. "Keep thy head, and thy head will keep thee."
A spare second, in which Roland passes close enough to press his three-fingered hand to Ingress's shoulder -- "And con thy vantage." -- before whirling away, firing, head high and eyes cold.
Re: Not all is as it seems
( consign you forever to )
the black.
"Canda," says the gunslinger with the shooter's eyes and the white at his temples, in Cort's dry teacher's voice, "is the distance that assures that outnumbered gunslingers cannot be killed by a single shot."
Shooting one-handed, he is, reloading, with that peacemaker with the sandalwood grips, glowing and golden as soft sand, as late-summer light in the Maine woods, and she'll have no trouble hearing him over the sound of thunder. "Never the same distance in any two situations, my dear." There: the faded blue eyes snap toward Ingress, catching and holding. "Keep thy head, and thy head will keep thee."
A spare second, in which Roland passes close enough to press his three-fingered hand to Ingress's shoulder -- "And con thy vantage." -- before whirling away, firing, head high and eyes cold.