[McCree's supply of tobacco is running a little low. His bullets are too but right now one of those is easier to find than the other. All he wants to do is buy some cigars and go smoke. The problem with that being the merchant looks enamored with McCree's hat.]
Listen fella, I already told ya twice that the hat ain't for sale. Now I'm willin' to give as much juulan as ya want, but my hat ain't on the table.
[The merchant frowns for a moment, then a light bulb goes off above his head and he points to McCree's poncho.]
No, no, and hell no. None of my stuff is for sale!
[9]
[McCree hears the beating of wings before he actually sees the creature. Above him, what could only be called a pterodactyl screeches and swoops towards the street with its talons extended.
Without missing a beat McCree dives and rolls out of the way. The pterodactyl goes wide. Its talons sink into a rancher's weird bovine instead of McCree's shoulders and it flies off with its prize.]
Now that's somethin' ya don't see everyday.
[Again McCree hears the sounds of wings beating, only this time much louder and in much greater numbers. He turns to see an entire...flock? Herd? Whatever you call it, there's a lot of giant flying lizards coming his way.
McCree moves his cigar around in his mouth as he reaches for Peacekeeper. Any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today he's running low on ammo. Time to get a little creative.]
Jesse McCree | Overwatch
[McCree's supply of tobacco is running a little low. His bullets are too but right now one of those is easier to find than the other. All he wants to do is buy some cigars and go smoke. The problem with that being the merchant looks enamored with McCree's hat.]
Listen fella, I already told ya twice that the hat ain't for sale. Now I'm willin' to give as much juulan as ya want, but my hat ain't on the table.
[The merchant frowns for a moment, then a light bulb goes off above his head and he points to McCree's poncho.]
No, no, and hell no. None of my stuff is for sale!
[9]
[McCree hears the beating of wings before he actually sees the creature. Above him, what could only be called a pterodactyl screeches and swoops towards the street with its talons extended.
Without missing a beat McCree dives and rolls out of the way. The pterodactyl goes wide. Its talons sink into a rancher's weird bovine instead of McCree's shoulders and it flies off with its prize.]
Now that's somethin' ya don't see everyday.
[Again McCree hears the sounds of wings beating, only this time much louder and in much greater numbers. He turns to see an entire...flock? Herd? Whatever you call it, there's a lot of giant flying lizards coming his way.
McCree moves his cigar around in his mouth as he reaches for Peacekeeper. Any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today he's running low on ammo. Time to get a little creative.]