His eyes flickered to Ringo’s shaking fingers, his own twitching to the holsters of his steel balls. He didn’t want to fight, but he would if he was provoked. “You seemed awfully obsessed with fighting last time we met, so I thought I’d make it clear ahead of time for you.”
“You were a target, it was my job to fight you.” Ringo said, his hand slowly lifting from his holster, as if he wanted to create a false sense of safety for the other. The problem was that Zeppeli didn’t trust him and he was fast on the draw. The quiet ticking of his watch filled his mind, as everything was quiet. Would he risk his life once more?









