miles. // just now realized that wolf’s carrd has outdated info and a bunch of typos. PAIN.

IT’S A DOG EAT DOG WORLD, AND I’VE GOT BIGGER TEETH THAN YOU.

before wolf can finish his thought, the stranger speaks up, cutting him off. 〝the name’s salem. c’mon, ranger. let’s get the fuck outta here before more of those assholes show up.〞 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗱.

his gun at the only person left standing, clad in combat armor. the blonde stranger clutches a laser rifle himself, regarding wolf with a fiendish smile. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳. but then—? ++

once free, wolf rolls over the counter top for brief cover, quickly grabbing the shotgun. he then crawls to the corner of the store, out of the line of fire, peeking from the side of the counter. he spots the source of fire when he aims ++

a shotgun tucked away on one of the back shelves. wolf is halfway through throwing the raider off when the smell of burning flesh hits his nostrils. faster than he can blink, the last few stragglers are reduced to ash, falling onto the wooden floor boards. ++

will allows. he manages to take out five more of the bastards until he’s backed against the shop counter, struggling to fend off another raider’s machete. the man is dangerously close to wolf’s throat when the ranger spots an advantage out of the corner of his eye. ++

with a swift twist of his wrist, wolf drives his blade into her neck, blood spraying onto his metal bracer & soaking into the leather of his duster. more and more raiders start to fall in line, growing in number by the minute. nonetheless, wolf never wavers, cutting down as many as his ++

the ranger quickly cuts through the fray; the cold, hard steel an extension of his arm. he ducks as another ragged assailant lunges with their machete, the sharp point whistling as it narrowly misses his shoulder. ++