"Sure you don't wanna come out and say hello to my little friend?" Dean shouted back, as he emptied his magazine and ducked behind a tree to reach into his jacket for a new magazine. Sure enough, one was right under his fingers as soon as he reached in.
This was right in line with his vague memories of the 80's cartoon, with Raphael as the perpetual deliverer of snark, but the 80's cartoon was kiddie camp and this guy was legit, even if he was a thoughtform or a tulpa, he had ninja skills that could end Dean's life if he didn't continue going all out in his defensive assault.
Try and take him anywhere, will you. Try to earn his trust with just WORD of his brother.
Not a chance. Dean locked the magazine in and whirled around, listening in the darkness for the sound of . . . of ninjaing in the darkness.
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This was right in line with his vague memories of the 80's cartoon, with Raphael as the perpetual deliverer of snark, but the 80's cartoon was kiddie camp and this guy was legit, even if he was a thoughtform or a tulpa, he had ninja skills that could end Dean's life if he didn't continue going all out in his defensive assault.
Try and take him anywhere, will you. Try to earn his trust with just WORD of his brother.
Not a chance. Dean locked the magazine in and whirled around, listening in the darkness for the sound of . . . of ninjaing in the darkness.