Epilogue: In A Courtyard On Callisto The Devils Shall Dance.
Puffs of white fog materialized in front of their panting mouths. The two men crouched facing each other; two guns lay about 10 feet to the left. They both got up, and suddenly began to fight. Sometimes it seemed as though one was winning and sometimes it seemed the other. Both were extremely skilled and were evenly matched. They looked the same except for one had a long silver braid and one had wild orange hair that went all over the place.
They way they fought was almost like a dance upon the cracked pavement filled with weeds. Stone gargoyles were the spectators and the clogged fountains provided silent cheering. Their steps were the only noise in the oncoming night.
Suddenly the braided man tripped and staggered on a crack in the pavement. The other one took this opportunity to kick him hard in the chest, knocking him to the edge of the courtyard. He landed on his back, and when he opened his eyes he was looking down the barrel of a Jericho held by a girl in a leather jacket. "Goodbye for now" she said quietly as she pulled the trigger.
Puffs of white fog materialized in front of their panting mouths. The two men crouched facing each other; two guns lay about 10 feet to the left. They both got up, and suddenly began to fight. Sometimes it seemed as though one was winning and sometimes it seemed the other. Both were extremely skilled and were evenly matched. They looked the same except for one had a long silver braid and one had wild orange hair that went all over the place.
They way they fought was almost like a dance upon the cracked pavement filled with weeds. Stone gargoyles were the spectators and the clogged fountains provided silent cheering. Their steps were the only noise in the oncoming night.
Suddenly the braided man tripped and staggered on a crack in the pavement. The other one took this opportunity to kick him hard in the chest, knocking him to the edge of the courtyard. He landed on his back, and when he opened his eyes he was looking down the barrel of a Jericho held by a girl in a leather jacket. "Goodbye for now" she said quietly as she pulled the trigger.