CANTO XLIII

[in_a_dark_wood]

*The communicator clatters to the ground, showing a view of the street. A small crowd of marionettes is looming about when there is a sound of running footsteps and heavy boots pass in front of the communicator. There is static, then a whoosh and bullets start raining into the crowd of marionettes from above

Comments

[king_no_life]

[Whistles, quite entertained.]

[in_a_dark_wood]

Heeey, it's Mr. Spooky.

[theforceoncrack]

[in_a_dark_wood]

I can hear ya breathing.

[hamonatrix]

I hope your confidence serves you well.

[in_a_dark_wood]

Always has in the past.

[hamonatrix]

Oh, I believe it. Not everyone boasts without reason.