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[prometheanflame]

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[windeity]

Right! [Right, okay. He can do this. Other!him fought monsters with this stupid thing. What's one guy with a gun who can't even see? So while Mohammed holds the line of defense, John rushes forward and dodges another bullet, bringing the hammer up and swinging straight down on the guy's head. Hopefully that did it.]

[prometheanflame]

[The bullet twists around and heads towards John, but with the hit to the head, it disappears into thin air. The cowboy falls to the floor, his head twists away and rests in a dark red stain on the ground.

The fog begins to move away.]

...We actually did it.

[windeity]

[...that's a little startling and he stands still for a moment while he stares at the cowboy. Even as everything dissolves and the fog rolls away he continues to stare.]

...you okay? [Despite the fact he's not looking, that's to Mohammed.]

[prometheanflame]

[The fog thickens around the two (and the possibly dead cowboy), turning everything more than a foot away from their faces white. Mohammed nods.]

Better than I was expecting. [He had hoped he could come out of this calm. He could have killed an actual man. He did in his old life, he's certain of it.]

What about you?

[The fog moves onto the next neighborhood, taking the cowboy with it.]

[windeity]

[The fog's moving and the cowboy disappears. With that, John dismisses his hammer and shoves his hands in his pockets. Right. Not real.]

I'm okay. We should probably get out of here though just in case.

[prometheanflame]

[He nods. The man that was chasing after them is gone for now.]

Are you alright with staying over at my house?

[windeity]

[A curious look.] You think that's necessary? [It's not an outright no, but he's interested in what Mohammed thinks.]

[prometheanflame]

I don't want you to get hurt on the way home. There's other things in the fog, I know it.

[windeity]

I have my hammer. And my roommate would probably flip out if I did not come home tonight. [There's a reassuring grin.] I promise I will be careful on the way home. It's not far.

[prometheanflame]

[He doesn't look confident about that.]

Find a friend. Don't walk down the streets alone, understood?

[windeity]

[There's a very sure nod.]

Yes sir. I promise I'll be fine.