Snippet #975219

((I didn't shoot you in the heart but kay, whatever.))

The first bullet, the one that knocked the revolver from The Drifter's hand, shocked him a bit. This was the first time he'd had his own gun shot out of his hand. With a slight smirk, The Drifter wondered if the feelings he'd just felt were the exact same ones that the victims of the stunt felt when he did it to them. The second one took any feelings of mirth out of the air. The feeling of blood welling on his cheek was a familiar but unwelcome sensation, as was the ringing in his ear caused by the bullet going past it. Beneath the shadow of his hat, the gunslinging Alter squinted. There was something extremely strange about this new Alter. He couldn't put his finger on it - he was no psychic or fortune teller - but the air was still charged with an aura of... Not-right-ness.

Without removing his eyes from Kiiya, The Drifter stepped back, bent and retrieved his gun from the place where it had come to rest, a few feet away behind him. Lifting the gun and looking it over, watching the silver surface glint in the light of a neon street-lamp, The Drifter eventually returned the gun to its holster and retrieved the weapon on the opposite hip, drawing it and pointing it at Kiiya.

"Walk," The Drifter grunted, resting one thumb on the hammer.