The voice called out, grabbing his attention just as well as the knife earlier did. The voice, the model of his gun, all from the East of the world. Who knew who or what he might be working for, but with the entire world wanting Big Boss dead, it didn’t matter who was behind the gun this time. Snake eyed the pistol’s clip falling out, it seemed he wanted to have this become a bit more personal than just a firing range. So be it.
Snake moved his finger off the trigger and ejected the clip as well, pulling back the chamber and letting the live round fall into his hand, packing the gun away. He put his hands up, as a gesture that he’d roll along with whatever this guy wanted from him.
“At least for once it’ll be me that has the upper hand…”
“By all means, yer free t’tell yourself that.” Curtis simply responded, whistling as he reached behind his back. Drawing another handful of throwing knives, the bounty hunter merely threw them to the ground. Some embedding themselves into the dry dirt. Some clattering to the ground. This, was followed by a tanto knife from his lower back. A kukri by his hip, and a bowie knife at his ankle
“Gotta say, I do like me bladed weapons.” Of course, he was stating the obvious. He had a wee collection he did. “Sure, you can just point a gun, shoot it at someone, and you’re all done. Hell, I’ve done that a few times. Got a sawn off back there meself. I wont use it, don’t worry... Where was I. Oh yes, knives. Guns are alright.”
As he said this, Curtis proceeded to draw his pistol once more. Flicking the safety on as opposed to ejecting the live round, he tossed the pistol onto the pile.
“But with knives, machetes, swords, all that kind of stuff. It feels so much more personal. Besting a gunslinger by getting right up into his face, and dashing a blade against his throat.”
Smirking, Curtis reached to his belt, and pulled free a ballisong knife. Idly twirling it, the bounty hunter began to slowly pace towards Venom.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
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