Between the Turtlekin that moves and strikes like a raging storm, and the human who seemed relentless, some of the more weak-kneed - or perhaps the most sense starts to pull back.
Harlock good eye aligns with the rifle's sight. "You have a choice: Life." His finger rest on the trigger. "Or Death."
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Date: 2024-07-17 04:19 am (UTC)Harlock good eye aligns with the rifle's sight. "You have a choice: Life." His finger rest on the trigger. "Or Death."