Tombstone
That Damned Cowboy
"I liked pointy objects, I liked dueling, I liked the challenge. Ain't much to say about it. It just came natural to me. The reason my moves were so good just now was because they were my own and not guided by some computer system. There is no substitute for honed skill." He still stayed lying down on the grass, with a small rock for a pillow. He opened one eye to analyze the two, yeah he was sure need be he could take them. He didn't feel the need to get up and prepare for attack. He brought his flask to his lips once more and took another sip. "Anything else?"