(Heeeeeere we are: location locked)

[aheadinthegame]

[In a day full of cornfields, cows, and Immortals (oh my), if you wander around this silo and happen to be named Methos--OH HAY, A BUZZ.

It could be one of the locals, but there is no one in sight. WHAT DO YOU DO?]

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[watchingthegame]

[is RUN AND HIDE a possibility?]

[aheadinthegame]

[He glares, rage rendering him momentarily silent.]

[Kronos turns his sword so the spurs of it catches on to Methos's, traps it, and then pulls in an awkward angle to force him to drop it.]

[watchingthegame]

[...not much to be done here but drop it]

[aheadinthegame]

[This sword to the throat is probably expected.]

It meant something at the time! You lived it, thrilled in it like the rest of us.

[watchingthegame]

I moved on, Kronos. You were the one who couldn't let go.

[aheadinthegame]

And what do you have for yourself now, brother? [sarcasm is evident] Knowledge? Your friendship with MacLeod? Or are you just using him to survive a little longer?

[watchingthegame]

It's more than what you've managed.

[aheadinthegame]

...We'll see.

[Tugs him away from the wall a few feet, the sword still at his neck. They both know what's coming.]

[watchingthegame]

Kronos--

[aheadinthegame]

Enough!

[HE SWINGS]

[IT'S A HOME RUN]

[watchingthegame]

[AND THE HEAD GOES FLYING]