Making His Own Fun
Basil lay out in the middle of Blood Gulch, dressed in full armor, with his helmet sitting beside him. Slowly, calculatingly, he raised on hand into the air, one finger outsreatched, his thumb cocked. "POW~!" he whispered, jerking his hand back like the recoil of a gun. In his mind, a blue on the otherside of the halo dropped dead.
He raised his other hand in imitation of the first, and alternating his hands, whispering "pow" with every "shot", he pretended to dual weild, blues on the other side of the ring dropping like flies as he death rained on them from above.
He raised his other hand in imitation of the first, and alternating his hands, whispering "pow" with every "shot", he pretended to dual weild, blues on the other side of the ring dropping like flies as he death rained on them from above.