Lefty eventually becomes disheartened and plops himself on a rock. As he sits in quiet comtemplation, he slowly becomes aware of the lack of noise from the woods around him. He feels as if he is being watched...
"Is this what you have become oh honored one? Is there nothing else for you?" The soft, dark voice comes from above him. "All you know is the fight. I have found that there are... other... things that can be as fullfilling as pounding the snot out of your opponent. You are about to discover one of them."
As Lefty turns and looks skywards he is able to spot a dark figure perched high in the branches of a large tree. The figure stirs - it appears to rise from a sitting position. With a short hop and three flips, Dirty Harry is standing on level ground about ten feet from Lefty.
Harry smiles, but it is no longer the innocent smile he used to sport. It is a dark vision. A vision of evil and strife.
"I have heard your words and respond with several of my own."
I find your servant to be boorish, your presence to be sketchy, and your moves to be helpless.
"I shall enjoy watching the life flee from your body."
Dirty Harry!
Gang Boss 0 (Down on Luck)
9 wins / 10 losses
no gang affiliations yet
Sig Style: Phoenix
Sig Location: Cliffs
Owner of the Amulet of Fury (Fists of Fury)
yen: 1