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Krimp
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Original poster
The sun was well into its descent, only a few hands above the mountains that lay far to the west, but the dry earth still held a lot of its heat. As Leslie and Ray crouched down behind a large rock, something once again glittered in the valley below them - were it not for the low hanging sun, perhaps they would have never noticed it at all. Signalling at Leslie to remain still, Ray slowly crept around the boulder to get a better view of what that glitter belonged to.
His eyes may have been old, but they were still sharp. Moments later he returned to Leslie, leaning close enough to her ears that his words were but a breath. "Raiders. Can't see what tribe from here. Can only see the one with the metal helmet down there, but where's there's one there'll be more 'round." The man leant against the rock that was their cover, his eyes closed in thought. A moment later they opened again, and the pale blue orbs clearly showed some sort of decision had been made.
Ray reached into the folds of his cloak, retrieving a dark, ugly piece of metal, which revealed itself to be a gun as he pressed it into Leslie's palm. "Six bullets in the chamber. Go for the body, not the head. Safer that way, less likely to miss. Wait here, I'll see if I can't take out the one with the helmet quietly."
Without another word Ray was around the boulder and making his way down the slope, something metallic glinting in his hand.
Neither of them had seen the jet-crazed man with the lead pipe who had been hiding at the top of the ridge, who was now making his way towards Leslie's position.
His eyes may have been old, but they were still sharp. Moments later he returned to Leslie, leaning close enough to her ears that his words were but a breath. "Raiders. Can't see what tribe from here. Can only see the one with the metal helmet down there, but where's there's one there'll be more 'round." The man leant against the rock that was their cover, his eyes closed in thought. A moment later they opened again, and the pale blue orbs clearly showed some sort of decision had been made.
Ray reached into the folds of his cloak, retrieving a dark, ugly piece of metal, which revealed itself to be a gun as he pressed it into Leslie's palm. "Six bullets in the chamber. Go for the body, not the head. Safer that way, less likely to miss. Wait here, I'll see if I can't take out the one with the helmet quietly."
Without another word Ray was around the boulder and making his way down the slope, something metallic glinting in his hand.
Neither of them had seen the jet-crazed man with the lead pipe who had been hiding at the top of the ridge, who was now making his way towards Leslie's position.