The Traveler

Invading the area secured from being used by the general public, rounding the bend, he runs straight into a couple of big guys sitting on ancient lawn chairs. Thinking the two being security, he slows to a walk in sizing up the situation. Both have an inch in height and close to a hundred pounds over his and being unwavering in his steady approach, both men sit forward with their elbows planted on knees as the one on the left shouts to him, “Hey! You lost?”  Never minding the threatening voice, his mind goes to calculating the ratio for maximum damage and thinking one more step should do it, with practiced hands he pulls straight back and launches a finely shaped pellet to where it strikes the first man’s eye dead center. Caring little about the high-pitched screaming, he draws back one more time and let's go a second pellet and as wide eyed as the second man’s eyes are, the target is easily hit. Walking up to the two thrashing about, he drops to his haunches and after putting a stalk of sweet grass between his teeth, he gives a chew on the stalk before the flavor leaves that has him chucking the blade of grass aside before asking. “Either of you wishing to be dead?” Formatted to be a simple yes or no question that does not require a lot of time to consider, the question is answered quickly by a duet of pained voices screaming, “No!”  

“Alright, alright, I understand.”