And then comes the laughter, from the building across the way; Father Grigori, looking somewhat the worse for wear, holds up a hand in greeting. "Well done, brother!" he calls. "But I have a more suitable gun for you. Come closer."
For all his faults, the priest has an excellent pitching arm. Something black and silver flashes in the moonlight, arcing across the distance. Gordon catches the tossed shotgun out of midair.
"Good," says Father Grigori. "Now keep it close. My advice to you is... aim for the head."
The drainpipe nearest Gordon starts to rattle. Grigori hisses. "They come!" he says. "There is no rest in Ravenholm! Move on and I will meet you at the church."
He makes a vague gesture towards an onion-domed building in the distance before darting off into the shadows of the other building.
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Date: 2008-07-28 09:14 pm (UTC)For all his faults, the priest has an excellent pitching arm. Something black and silver flashes in the moonlight, arcing across the distance. Gordon catches the tossed shotgun out of midair.
"Good," says Father Grigori. "Now keep it close. My advice to you is... aim for the head."
The drainpipe nearest Gordon starts to rattle. Grigori hisses. "They come!" he says. "There is no rest in Ravenholm! Move on and I will meet you at the church."
He makes a vague gesture towards an onion-domed building in the distance before darting off into the shadows of the other building.