A gloved hands clenches to confirm a stable grip, turned around to be future inspected, it reaches for a gun, it's has scratches that seems that it had indure some epic shoot outs, the armed hand flips the barrel open to be checked and flips it back in and give it a spin before placing it back in the holster.
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A dark figure with the same gloved hands with a grey hat with its rim just low enough to cover his eyes but high enough to show his charming smirk, which is decending in an elevator, the brigt floors passing by try to shine light onto the figures face but the elevator moved to fast for it.
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When the elvator stopped it gave the passensger a shake, the figure lifted his hat up to reveal his eyes and gave his surrlundings a quick scan, his companion also a figure with a simillar loadout but it was less advanced gave abig smile while saying "So dad, this is the place where i'll learn to be a great gun-slinger like you eh?" "don't let it get to your head Thomas, i'm only bringing you here to hunt some wolvers for dinner" replied Dad.
Wellmore will come soon, i do hope some maybe enjoy my story, but i dont expect it to be perfect...
but ill try to improve from feed back, so it appreciated that you give some, :)
Gloved hands reach down and clench on the solid grip of a hunting handgun. The Knight whips out the weapon and admires it. Scratches adorn the barrel, an ever-present reminder of the great gunfights it had once faced. The Knight opens the chamber. Two rounds. A quick spin of the handle, and the weapon returns to its sacred place at the side of the Knight.
The Knight tips his gray hat, the rim obscuring his eyes but not his piercing smile. He stands in an elevator, speeding downwards. Flashes of light dance off his face and body, enough to reveal but not see.
The elevator lurches to a halt. The Knight steps outside, lifting his hat up and taking in the fresh air. Another figure appears out of the shadows, his trappings those of a novice, wearing a smile as big as the bullets of his companion's weapon.
"Dad, this is the place where you'll teach me to be a great gunslinger like yourself?" says the companion.
"Do not delude yourself with such visions of fantasy, Tomas. You will be, one day. Right now, we only need these hounds for our dinner."