[ Raylan landed right on his ass – cowboy boots are not, in point of fact, particularly good for running in – but the latent embarrassment of doing so is barely registering with him as he takes in the sight of this guy and his giant dog sprawled out on the ground. This place just keeps throwing surprises at him.
His heart is pounding in his ears, and every cell in his body is screaming at him to look behind him to see if the thing that's been chasing him is gaining on him. Its snarl had almost, for a moment, sounded familiar. Something jolts sharply through him, the long-buried feeling of wanting his Aunt Helen, and then an utterly hopeless pang following shortly thereafter. He grits his teeth and ignores it. Tries to.
Combined, it's all enough of a distraction that he really does just stand there for a moment and stare, and then visibly collects himself, attempting a hard yank to pull the guy to his feet. ]
Jesus Christ, I'm tellin' you we gotta go right this second and you're worried about a damn sword?
[ Yes, it's a weapon. But Raylan would prefer ranged attacks to melee ones, so to speak. ]
this is perf!!!
His heart is pounding in his ears, and every cell in his body is screaming at him to look behind him to see if the thing that's been chasing him is gaining on him. Its snarl had almost, for a moment, sounded familiar. Something jolts sharply through him, the long-buried feeling of wanting his Aunt Helen, and then an utterly hopeless pang following shortly thereafter. He grits his teeth and ignores it. Tries to.
Combined, it's all enough of a distraction that he really does just stand there for a moment and stare, and then visibly collects himself, attempting a hard yank to pull the guy to his feet. ]
Jesus Christ, I'm tellin' you we gotta go right this second and you're worried about a damn sword?
[ Yes, it's a weapon. But Raylan would prefer ranged attacks to melee ones, so to speak. ]