Talk:Butch/@comment-31959494-20180830094626

Butch: *Equips Avengers*

The sun rises directly above its head as it slowly walks to the center beacon on Canyon. A vulture screeches in the background as Rogatkas leap behind columns of sun-baked rock, Gepards scurry away like mice, and Griffins anxiously peer from around structures. Even the dashes and descends hide underneath the bridges, twiddling their thumbs. Rotating its tower slowly, Butch watches for any challengers as the beacon turns blue. A tumbleweed rolls past, a tiny oasis of noise and motion in the fifeless desert. Butch flips its weapons and sprays the canyon wall with lead, scattering brass shell casings the size of a man across the cold metal surface of the bridge.

“It’s high noon.”