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"Not happenin' kitty boy" The girl takes out her pitchfork "Ye can focus on yer hurt ego after we all give'im a nice whoopin'"
Dusty aims the rifle at the cat-man.
"I ain't leavin' until I shoot someone. Not too concerned about who it is."
He coughs a little.
"Now I suggest you quit your shit before I nail you to the ground."
"Be ready for anything, guys. We've got to protect the city..." says Bluethorn, reaching for his gun.
(Kenny gets in a position like he's ready to run a race.) Ready when you fellers are.
As Bluethorn reaches for ďhis gunĒ the prairie dog interjects. ďExcuse me, Iíll gladly take that back if youíre not gonna be dueling, sir.Ē
Elio reaches for his gun, failing to notice that he had given it to the puma. He panicked. Quickly, he thought to himself. Ah, of course! Wild-Eye's gun must still be in the bar! But will it be worth getting? What if I break it with my stupid lagomorphic hands? What if I'm no good with it? What if...
Edited by GoldenCityBird on May 7th 2020 at 9:27:52 AM
Dusty sighs and tosses his rifle to Elio.
"Try not to break it."
He readies his arm, the sound of a gun cocking coming from within it.
Amelia whips out the pistol from a hidden skirt pocket. "The city is at war, and it's playtime for the young and rich..."
"Oh, right..." says Bluethorn embarrassedly. He returns the gun to the bartender.
"Hmph," the man smirks at the various threats and challenges directed at him. "We'll just have to see 'bout that."
Puma, what's with the silent treatment—
It' only now when Wild-Eye notices the gun in Puma's hands. His face briefly gives an expression of mixed frustration and surprise.
He ducks back into the Fool's Gold, looking for his gun.
Elio steadies the rifle he was handed. Carefully guiding his fingers to comfortable, safe locations to operate the firearm with, he focused his sights towards the oncoming attacker.
A new challenger approaches!
On the other side of town, a cavalry of police officers, led by Ol' Sheriff Sherry, gathers up and blocks the road.
How many'd y'say there were? asks Sherry to a scout with fresh bandages over his right eye.
More than a dozen. And they're heavily armed!
Un'uh'stood. We'll take 'um dead-on, Mavis'll flank 'um when they get t'the Gol—
Sherry then notices Puma, still holding a gun. He's not supposed to have one... but there's more pressing matters.
Stampedin' ban'its first, then we 'rest Puma.
The cavalry grunts in acknowledgment.
Wild-Eye finds his gun on the floor and immediately hides behind the counter, waiting for trouble.
Edited by WilliamRadarStorm on May 7th 2020 at 9:13:50 AM
"Boss, they're pulling guns out," says the bandit next to Minigun Mike.
MM just laughs. "Looks like I need to remind these poor folk why they call me Minigun Mike."
MM puts his right hand on his left forearm and twists it. His forearm is unscrewed. He reaches into a pouch on his back and pulls out a contraption with six barrels, screwing it onto his left arm. A few adjustments later, he's ready.
Minigun Mike starts firing. His shots are getting closer to the townsfolk.
"Everyone get down!"
Edited by DrNoPuma on May 7th 2020 at 9:39:42 AM
Bluethorn crouches down behind a couple of barrels near the tavern.
Dusty fires a couple of shots before rolling behind the barrels.
"Grossly misjudged some things there."
(Kenny dives behind a barrel as well once Mike starts firing away.) Alright, fellers, we need to do somethin' before someone gits hurt.
The cavalry immediately breaks apart and scatters in response to the minigun. The injured scout is killed by one of the first bullets.
G'rammit, he didn't mention a minigun...!
From her newfound cover behind a nearby corner store, Sherry takes two shots: one aimed at Mike himself, which misses and instead hits the windows out of a nearby inn, and one aimed at a close lackey of his, which hits.
The cat-eared man ducks and covers behind and old mom-and-pop store. Once out of sight, he starts climbing up to the roof, where he lies in wait for his next move.
Amelia dives unceremoniously back into the saloon before crouching near the door, pistol at the ready. She attempts to use her parasol as a makeshift shield.
"Hot damn, these outlaws are really comin' out o' the woodwork..."
Dusty's head floats to a vantage point, while his body stays behind cover, occasionally peeking out to pick off an outlaw or two before hiding again.
The girl jumps off Diablo and leads the bull behind a store.
"Fuck that minigun.."
She looks at the black bull beside her
"Looks like ye have 't do this solo, buddy"
The bull gives a huff, prompting the girl to affectionately hold his horns
"Don't you end up like cheese on my sight, y'hear?"
The girl gives the bull a slap on his side, making him charge towards some random bandit who was wearing some red
Sherry takes two more shots from behind her corner store: one aimed at Mike, which just barely misses and hits a lackey behind him, and one aimed at Mike's horse, which misses by a country mile.
Two cavalry members try to charge the bandits from behind, but are almost immediately shot by two lackeys who haven't been bulled yet.
Wild-Eye looks over the counter, analyzing the Band of Bandits and looking for anything that would contain minigun ammo.
Elio fires a shot in the direction of one of the bandits. Due to his relatively short stature, the bullet travelled a fair bit lower than an average person firing the same gun.
Bluethorn is trying to think of a way he can help stop the bandits. Taking advantage of his small size, he sneaks towards a nearby shed and begins searching it for tools he can use. Finding a long piece of rope, he ties it into a lasso.
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