Thread:Gojira126/@comment-32027406-20170723182510

In Westerns, high noons were the best time for duels.

Such was a duel that they, the Bradley children, found themselves in now, though they were not wearing cowboy hats nor in the late 1800s.

"Why...are...we doing...this..." was all Sofia Bradley had to say. "It's...cold..."

"Shut up," Brandon replied, looking harsh at his half-sister. "Any moment now, they'll be here, and we'll be in for a big ruckus. Got that Sacred Gear of yours ready to rumble?"

"...yes... do... you think... it's going... to work?"

"Of course it's going to work," Brandon said, rolling his red eyes. "It's a fucking Sacred Gear, why would it not work?!"

"Because... sometimes... it doesn't..."

"Oh, stop it, you two," Susie Bradley said, directing her sentence more at Brandon than anything. "High noon is here. They'll be here. I reckon they'll spare some time from their universe-wide war to fight us kids. After all, we are doing this for Aunt Raynare." 