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Arthur and obi wan Kenobi had just murdered Clint Barton. His body lay and the bottom of vormir, where they had just pushed him from.
"He lookin' real dead" Arthur said, cigar in his mouth, he quick offered Obi one
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Kenobi took the cigar, blinking at it for a moment before Arthur offered out his lighter, "You killed a man in cold blood, but you ain't never lit a cigarette?" he said in amusement, and he just shrugged.
"Don't have them where I come from. Least not like this."
"Where you come from sounds boring as shite."
He snorted, "Least I don't have lung disease and a shortened lifespan."
Arthur gave him a look over the rim of his hat, before he eventually just shrugged because, well - was he wrong? He just grunted, and Kenobi laughed.
"What are we gonna do about him?" he asked, nodding over the edge.
Arthur risked a look, kicking a stone down to the bottom. It hit Clint's broken, battered body with a comical thud, indenting into the exposed skin of his arm, "Loot him and go, I guess. Ain't nothing else to do. Vultures'll take care of him."
".. you reckon they get vultures down there?"
"No idea. And I ain't interested in sticking around long enough to find out." he put out his cigarette, "Get his bow. It looks valuable."
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Arthur went to make his way down, eyes set on the archer’s bow. As he went to take a step he heard Obi-Wan shouting
“WAIT”
Arthur turned around, confused “What? Don’t you want his shit?”
“You haven’t heard about this place? You go down there you die. Some ‘soul for a soul’ bullshit” Kenobi said, walking to the edge and peering down
“Oh, so that’s what this orange rock thing is” Arthur said as he pulled it out of his pocket
“Suppose so” Kenobi said
“Well how are we supposed to-“ Arthur stopped mid sentence as he saw the dead archer’s stuff floating in the air. He looked over at Obi-Wan who had his hand stretched out.
“Jesus, what the fuck?!” Arthur said
“It’s the power of the force my friend” Obi-Wan said, smugly
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The men were knocked to the floor, their lives flashing before their eyes. Arthur scrambled, not wanting to die like this.
He made desperate eye contact with Obi-Wan, needing reassurance. He found none, as the other looked as terrified as he felt.
Arthur's felt a sharp pain in his chest, he looked down to see a stick poking out of his right side. His hand came away bloody from the area. The dead archers items had come crashing down, the arrows left to fall where they may.