Voodoo's already moving, climbing hand-over-hand outside the raider's field of vision, careful not to silhouette himself too much on the skyline. Soon he's at the top, palming the tang of the tomahawk in his back sheath as he silently watches the raider, visualizing the sprint, the tackle, the kill.
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branchandroot
Re: On the Right
Date: 2013-03-14 03:33 am (UTC)If, you know. Michael misses.