A shadow watched in the distance…
“What do you mean?” the figure’s voice was dark, and as deep as the sea. His voice hung in the air for what seemed like an age. He was a man of a lanky stature, however his legs made up most of his height and were clad in bent metal plates joined with rope. A Samurai sword hung to one side, and a shotgun to his back…
“Do you mean to wish me a good morning or do you mean that this is a good morning?”
“Err… both?”
“Both?” Questioned the man. ”But sir it is not a good morning… and there hasn’t been a good morning for some considerable time, in fact for many years”
“Well it’s a good morning in comparison to the last couple”
“Fair point, but that was technically my fault…”
The sound of a Samurai hilt unclicking filled the air… a long awkward silence broke a hole in the conversation…
“What… your fault?”
“Accidental of course…”
The sound of metal sliding out of it’s sheath, ready to strike…
“Look… don’t take it personally, I’m sure we can work this out…”
“I’m sorry in advance…”
“For what-
*Slice*
And with one fell swoop… it was all over…
