No-- I doubt we'd be able to put up a decent fight with 'em this time.
[He yanked a couple of granola bars from the box and tossed one at Fayt before he hefted his bag over his shoulder, as confident and comfortable with his own preparations as he was going to get for this round. Tearing the packaging that contained the bar he still held, Cliff unwrapped it and bit into the crunchy snack.]
no subject
[He yanked a couple of granola bars from the box and tossed one at Fayt before he hefted his bag over his shoulder, as confident and comfortable with his own preparations as he was going to get for this round. Tearing the packaging that contained the bar he still held, Cliff unwrapped it and bit into the crunchy snack.]
Let's go. Time's a wasting.