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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/8/2016 3:52:33 PM
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Aria was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of the unknown. She came to this duel to figure out how people solve disputes here, but their use of firearms raised farther questions.
Aria casted a magic barrier, and reinforced it twice, for these weapons seem to kill in mere seconds without effort, and approached the duelist.
"Excuse me, sir? Where can I learn to use one of those devices as you do?"
English
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[i]The cowboy rested his cyan coloured eyes upon the approaching female figure as a smile landed upon his aged face, because someone else was asking about the art of revolvers. And so the cowboy planted his right hand on the grip of his second revolver which was loaded with .44 ammunition, and he pulled the Colt Anaconda from it's holster. He flipped it in his hand so he was grasping the barrel, which was signifying he had no intent to harm. "The revolver? Well I'm willing to go and train anybody who asks me to be trainin' them." [/i]
