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Revolving; Ellis Colbeck vs. Jesse Winters
Topic Started: Oct 18 2010, 04:18 PM (587 Views)
Cewebwalz
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Jesse fell to the floor. At the first realization that his shot missed, Jesse went down. He slowly crawled away from the window he was at, and moved closer to the entrance to the saloon. He stood up, and began to move closer and closer to the entrance to the saloon. Crouched down, and pushed the door open from cover. He then began to move away from the door again, trying to think of his next move.

This shit was pointless. He couldn't attack Ellis without him firing back at him, and.....shit. They where both on their last rounds. If Ellis was the next to fire, it was a good thing. If he wasn't....well, Jesse wouldn't be in much luck. His left shoulder was fucked. And he doubted his hammer would be all that good against Ellis's cleaver. For the first time in a while, Jesse really wished he would have kept that sword.

Jesse stood up, barely peeping through a window. Dumb old Ellis was bleeding out right in the open. Jesse sighed, and retracted his head. This shit was taking longer then he thought it would.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Ellis gripped at his rib-cage. Wheezing in and out slowly, Ellis struggled to keep his eyes open. Not too long for this world. And Jesse would be his reason for his death. Ellis leaned up against the over-turned table. Ellis had never thought that he would die like this. He assumed in a glorious battle, not by some nigger.

Pushing himself up, Ellis moved as fast as he could towards where he had saw Jesse pop his head out of. He was gonna do what he did best. Kill people. Using his right arm, Ellis pushed the door out of his way.

Swinging his cleaver downwards towards Jesse's head, Ellis pressed his snub-nose revolver up against Jesse's gut. Pulling the trigger, Ellis smiled on last time.

Wheezing slowly, Ellis felt his knees give out. Falling backwards, Ellis looked up to Jesse for a moment. Smiling to him, Ellis looked up to the sky. Closing his eyes, Ellis nodded to himself. This was it.

What a great way to die.
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"Alright man, it's gonna hurt, but it doesn't look as bad as you would think. Well. It does look bad. Really bad. But you'll be fine. Unless you get an infection. Which you probably will. So just. Pray you keep your luck, alright?"

The man, who's only qualification as a doctor was an old surgical mask, kicked the inert body of the former swamper.

"Luckier then this guy, at least." He looked down at the body, and then back up to Jesse again. "You're lucky that I went towards the gunfire instead of away from it. If I didn't show up, who knows." He scratched his head, rough like sandpaper with red stubble. "Looks like you owe me one." He sighed and looked around again, his eyes darting from side to side. "I'll just go ahead and take something from this stiff, if you don't mind."
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