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[prometheanflame]

I appreciate your offer, but if your powers get you tired, I'm responsible for what happens.

[Dave is younger and therefore needs to be looked after the most.]

[parodeity]

So, what, you want me to just abandon you here to whatever the fuck?

[prometheanflame]

I don't want you to get hurt!

[There's little time to argue. The cowboy's footsteps echo from the alleyway they just escaped.]

Go! I'm running, too!

[parodeity]

If you do not I will run right back here, so help me god.

[ HE WILL, TOO. ]

[prometheanflame]

[Don't worry, he runs. The cowboy casually steps into the street, cracks his neck and holds out his gun.

He fires at the two running figures.]

[parodeity]

Maybe if we get inside we can lose 'em! It might be fog-caused?

[prometheanflame]

The Taco Bell? [Why does the closest safe haven have the worst food? Mohammed glances back at the cowboy.]

Get down! [He lobs another fireball at the bullet, but the fake Hol Horse is smarter than the real counterpart. The bullet turns upward, avoiding the attack, and arcs backward while it prepares to return to its original trajectory.]

[parodeity]

Oh come ON! [ WHAT THE HELL KIND OF BULLET DOES THAT ] What are they, sentient!?

[prometheanflame]

I'm not going to stay and find out! [He might ask the cowboy but only when he's certain they won't die.] Keep going, I'll get this one, too!

[parodeity]

- All right, all right, I'm goin'!

[ and on he runs ]

[prometheanflame]

[Mohammed faces the bullet, prepares his stance--

and the bullet veers to the right.

He turns sharply on his left leg and lobs a fireball at it, only for the bullet to graze his right arm. A speck of blood falls to the street.]

[parodeity]

I'll try to cut it -

[ because bullets can clearly? be cut by swords? ]

[prometheanflame]

[Since Dave has not boasted of his incredible sword skills - or even mentioned them at all - Hol Horse does not expect him to cut the bullet in half.

It's a magic bullet, of course it can be done if the swordsman has magic powers.]

Thanks! [He holds his hand to his arm and pulls it to his face. That is...definitely blood.] He's real.

[parodeity]

[ look he has super speed does that count as magic powers? ]

[prometheanflame]

[Super speed to counteract a speeding bullet. He's like goddamn Superman.]

Dave. It looks like his bullets can learn from our attacks. This might be our last chance to get out safe.

[parodeity]

What's your gameplan?

[prometheanflame]

We have to go somewhere safe - somewhere indoors. If we try to head home, we might be too late.

[parodeity]

A'ight. Indoors we go. [ AND SINCE IT'S THE 31ST presumably that is what they did ]