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“Yes, something is up,” Hanzo repeated looking around him. His entire senses were overloaded. Something wasn’t right. The air felt tight, charged with electricity, the ground felt light and unsteady and the woods seemed like they were watching. Hanzo rarely felt like a prey, but right now, it was like the world around them was going to eat them. He turned to the male. “Be ready. I will not defend you.”
And just as he warned the hunter a few hands started to raise from the ground. Loud as night, a voice shouted. ‘My servants never die!’ and the ground shook, as a few corpses raised up front the ground, ready to attack.
It was never a good sign when the air exuded foreboding, and right then, that was all he could feel. ❝ I don’t need you defendin’ me. ❞ Jesse mutters, hand already around his weapon, ready for... whatever the hell it was that he’d managed to get himself into.
❝ Ah.... fuck. ❞ Jesse says, taking a few deliberate steps back, sounding far more inconvenienced than afraid. ❝ Get back in the ground ya damn sacks of meat.... ❞ Six shooter drawn, he fires multiple rounds, each hitting one of the rising corpses. ❝ You better go get that witch before she goes makin’ this worse on us, demon. ❞ He says seriously, glancing to Hanzo before turning his attention back to the rising bodies.
❝ What a bunch of shit I got myself into... ❞










