[Blood, he's learned through rigorous training, can have many flavors and nuances - such as blue raspberry, lemonade, and taffy apple. This blood, however, just tasted stale. Metallic and stale. With a hint of cherry cola.]
[Never mind that, now. There are attacks to be parried and sick burns to be delivered. McCree's flashbang gives them both enough time to put some distance between themselves and this apparently very hungry cultist. A more inexperienced cowboy would have done the ol' flashbang-fan-the-hammer combo, resulting in not enough damage to one shot, and not enough time to run away before getting clobbered. At least McCree's got some pro strats under his gaudy belt.]
He meant motherfuckin' you with the goddamn diss tracks, you ranchero-lookin' motherfucker.
[He's grinning from ear to pointy, grey ear, bloodlust in his eyes and purple saliva on his tongue.]
You all being any fucking good with that pew-pew, or is one-liners all you motherfuckin' got?
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[Never mind that, now. There are attacks to be parried and sick burns to be delivered. McCree's flashbang gives them both enough time to put some distance between themselves and this apparently very hungry cultist. A more inexperienced cowboy would have done the ol' flashbang-fan-the-hammer combo, resulting in not enough damage to one shot, and not enough time to run away before getting clobbered. At least McCree's got some pro strats under his gaudy belt.]
He meant motherfuckin' you with the goddamn diss tracks, you ranchero-lookin' motherfucker.
[He's grinning from ear to pointy, grey ear, bloodlust in his eyes and purple saliva on his tongue.]
You all being any fucking good with that pew-pew, or is one-liners all you motherfuckin' got?