No, Gallows was just dumb. Not dumb. Vacant maybe. The old man spoke of the Manitou. He heard a story about leprechauns. Maybe he has ADD. No, he doesn't, but he definitely wasn't paying attention.

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Gallows and Jet sat behind a barrel of rain water. It was a cold night, and Jet was tired and placed besides a guy he was not too keen on being by. So, he looked to the moon for solace. He glanced downward from the heavens to notice Virginia who was with Emilia behind a box by the wooden fences near to the crops. She glances his way. He looks the other way. Gallows looks to the girls. Emilia gives him the finger. He looks away.

"Why are we just sitting here?" Jet finally asked.

Gallows tells him to quiet down. "Be quiet. Now let's bag this leprechaun…I mean…Manitou."

"Why do you keep thinking about leprechauns?"

Gallows blinked. "Shut up." He sulked.

Jet catches a movement. "That's gotta be it. I'd think it picked up our scent already."

The two crouch at the ready. "We gotta be careful." Gallows warned.

Jet peers out and finds nothing. "Where'd it-" He throws Gallows to the ground as the wolf-beast misses his head. Jet fires outward at it, but all the shots are easily dodged. Manitou springs from the ground in a blur and slashes out at Jet's right arm leaving a claw mark. Gallows fires his ARM sending the beast away from them for the moment. Gallows chases after and swings his ARM at the beast only to be dodged.

The beast springs again thrashing Gallows, and leaving multiple little scratches on him. He is overpowered and knocked to the ground. In a last ditch effort to remain safe Gallows lashes out with his foot kicking the beast away. The beast readies itself for a new meal.

Three consecutive shots enter Manitou. Jet stands with smoking ARM. A sigh of relief from Gallows as the beast staggers about as if drunk. Clive and the others show up just in time to see the beast fall to the ground. "Is that it?" Virginia wonders.

"Looks like it." Clive announces as they help Gallows up and prepare to walk away to get some well-deserved sleep. Jet watched the bloody corpse on the ground. The others leave at that, but Jet just stares at the dying.

"Raven."

"J-Jet?" The boy replied in a whisper. "Am I…dying?" Jet nodded. "At least…there was someone here for…me…now."

"Right." Jet looked on emotionless. "I'm sorry that I…messed up."

"But you killed the Manitou, right?" He asked with a cough. "I was…only in the crossfire."

"Yeah." Jet replied. A few more coughs. Blood visible at the mouth. Slowing movements. Finally nothing. Jet blinked. "It's stupid…that people always have to die like this."