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[u][b][color=darkorange]Chisholm Trail or Thereabouts[/color][/b][/u]
[b][center]Constantin LeBlanc[/center][/b]
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A calm went through Constantin as he raised his rifle around, aiming at the growl before firing away into where he suspected the beast to be. He could not tell if his shot had connected or not, and truth be told, he cared little. In contrast to humans, animals were hard to read in combat, as sometimes they would run after a shot, but other times only get infuriated. His hand quickly went to his bandolier, as he did not wait  for a confirmation of a kill to reload. [b]"SHOT THE FUCKING THING!"[/b]