Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 8, 2007 20:09:31 GMT -5
Leon opens his eyes, his last memory playing out before them in real time. He sees sexual harrison enter the bar. He is civil to harrison. He sees harrison blow his head off.
Leon's slightly pissed off carcass sits up slowly, growling "Mrhhur Far gar," and turns his aching neck, whiplashed from the left jab of a three fifty-seven caliber lead fist, looking at Lachryma. "Mrh?"
Leon's slightly pissed off carcass sits up slowly, growling "Mrhhur Far gar," and turns his aching neck, whiplashed from the left jab of a three fifty-seven caliber lead fist, looking at Lachryma. "Mrh?"
