actions stole away his words. Before he could remark on Hanzo's cooperation, the surprisingly agile archer sidestepped him and bolted towards one of the many towering pillars that supported the dim building. He clawed and kicked his way up a pillar to the upper floor that held rows of darkened windows. They were pure decoration, that much was clear by how easily Hanzo's slender, mechanical ankles were able to kick away it's pane with a single roundabout swoop.
He looked back to the cowboy as he ducked into the window's threshold. Jesse's chin was to his shoulder, not yet fully comprehending what storm had just passed. His mouth hung agape in a cartoonish manner as his eyes nearly bugged out his skull.
"You will tell your masters," Hanzo stared him down, stone-faced, "I have no interest in messages from half-witted cantina boys and criminals."
With that, he was gone, leaving a now lone ranger feeling very out of place. He had not yet turned around to face the window, he just simply untwisted his neck and looked groundward to the spot Hanzo had stood not even a minute ago. A new feeling washed over him. It was felt something like swallowing a cigarette; not pleasant.
"Cantina boy." He whispered to himself, then scoffed in an attempt to joke away the sting, "Cantina boy."
His spurs clicked against the hardwood impatiently as he dug the injured cigar out of the depths of his pocket. Upon finding it, he broke it in half, tossing the top aside and pressing the remaining piece between his lips. He took a lighter to the crumbling front and took a long drag after he finally managed to light it. The heavy smoke soothed what remained of his nerves.
He found himself between the bamboo doors of where he had once waltzed in, unaware of his next move. His thumb eased onto the hammer of his gun that was readied in his grip. He faintly recalled Jack saying something about 'misplaced anger' and that it was 'potentially dangerous' but, damn, if it didn’t feel so right.
Hanzo was already miles away when he heard shots ring out into the night. He perhaps felt a pang of guilt rush up the shallows of his spine for not taking the stranger's offer, as strange as it was.
Something in how the sensation of Jesse's cold caress across his knuckles stuck with him all that night, or what was left of it, left him aware that this would not be their last little chat.
การดำเนินการขโมยเก็บคำพูดของเขา ก่อนที่เขาจะพูดความร่วมมือของ Hanzo, archer เปรียวน่าแปลก sidestepped เขา และติดไปทางเสาสูงตระหง่านมากมายที่รองรับอาคารติ่มซำอย่างใดอย่างหนึ่ง เขาข่วน และเตะของเขาทางขึ้นเสาชั้นที่จัดแถวของ windows มืด ก็บริสุทธิ์ตกแต่ง ที่มากชัดเจน โดยวิธีง่ายถูกข้อเท้าเรียว จักรกลของ Hanzo สามารถเตะออกไปมันคือบานหน้าต่าง มีคราวเวียนเดียว เขาดูกลับไปคาวบอยเขา ducked ในเขตแดนของหน้าต่าง คางของ Jesse ได้ไหล่เขา ยังไม่ ครบเข้าใจว่าพายุได้ผ่านเพียง ปากของเขาแขวน agape ใน cartoonish ลักษณะเป็นดวงตาของเขาดักฟังเกือบออกจากกะโหลกศีรษะของเขา "คุณจะบอกคุณปริญญาโท Hanzo จ้องเขาลง stone-faced "ฉันมีข้อความจากเด็กชาย half-witted cantina และอาชญากรไม่สนใจ" กับที่ เขาก็หายไป ออกจากที่ตอนนี้มอนสเตอร์รู้สึกมากจากสถานที่ เขาก็ไม่ได้หันหน้าหน้าต่าง เขาเพียงแค่ untwisted คอของเขา และ groundward มองไป Hanzo จุดก็ยืนไม่ได้นาทีที่ผ่านมา ความรู้สึกใหม่ล้างกว่าเขา ก็รู้สึกเหมือนกลืนบุหรี่ ไม่พอใจ "Cantina นิยม เขากระซิบบอกตัวเอง แล้ว scoffed ในความพยายามที่ตลกไปต่อย "Cantina นิยม His spurs clicked against the hardwood impatiently as he dug the injured cigar out of the depths of his pocket. Upon finding it, he broke it in half, tossing the top aside and pressing the remaining piece between his lips. He took a lighter to the crumbling front and took a long drag after he finally managed to light it. The heavy smoke soothed what remained of his nerves. He found himself between the bamboo doors of where he had once waltzed in, unaware of his next move. His thumb eased onto the hammer of his gun that was readied in his grip. He faintly recalled Jack saying something about 'misplaced anger' and that it was 'potentially dangerous' but, damn, if it didn’t feel so right. Hanzo was already miles away when he heard shots ring out into the night. He perhaps felt a pang of guilt rush up the shallows of his spine for not taking the stranger's offer, as strange as it was. Something in how the sensation of Jesse's cold caress across his knuckles stuck with him all that night, or what was left of it, left him aware that this would not be their last little chat.
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