Paco Valdez
AT
You nod to them as if to say that this would be it; the final showdown, but they take it as willingness to submission, and they relax a little. This is a good thing, you think as you leap into action.
You jump at the Texan with a fist that's impact is boosted by your leap from the porch. His hand goes to his gun again as you drop on him, but your fist hits him before he can do anything. The man falls, his gun dropping back into its holster from the impact of his body meeting the hard dirt road. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he falls and his mouth hangs open at the force of the blow.
The black hatted older man is retreating, presumably to get under cover. You don't know where the big guy went, and that worries you a little. The older man with the patch on his eye draws his gun even as the Texan drops to the ground. You are running at the old man, hoping to get the jump on him and hit the one eyed Vigilante in a tackle just as he raises his gun to fire. The pistol fires at nothing as you drive him into the ground. You hear something in him crack as you land.
Grabbing his gun as you rise to your feet, you take aim at the hawk-eyed old man whose head is sticking up from behind a cart, as he takes aim at you. You are about to fire when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Was there another one you didn't know about, you wonder.
You nod to them as if to say that this would be it; the final showdown, but they take it as willingness to submission, and they relax a little. This is a good thing, you think as you leap into action.
You jump at the Texan with a fist that's impact is boosted by your leap from the porch. His hand goes to his gun again as you drop on him, but your fist hits him before he can do anything. The man falls, his gun dropping back into its holster from the impact of his body meeting the hard dirt road. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he falls and his mouth hangs open at the force of the blow.
The black hatted older man is retreating, presumably to get under cover. You don't know where the big guy went, and that worries you a little. The older man with the patch on his eye draws his gun even as the Texan drops to the ground. You are running at the old man, hoping to get the jump on him and hit the one eyed Vigilante in a tackle just as he raises his gun to fire. The pistol fires at nothing as you drive him into the ground. You hear something in him crack as you land.
Grabbing his gun as you rise to your feet, you take aim at the hawk-eyed old man whose head is sticking up from behind a cart, as he takes aim at you. You are about to fire when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Was there another one you didn't know about, you wonder.