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Blue vs. LD vs. LMG #1; Will probably not be finished
Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 11:30 AM (1,217 Views)
lonesomedrifter
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Something warm and thick ran down Thomas’ neck and onto his chest. He felt his neck and found a large horizontal graze from the cowboy's shot. He wiped away what he could, but the bleeding continued. The smell of blood would attract any nearby predators, maybe he would get lucky and they would kill the others first, but when was Thomas ever lucky. He reloaded his revolver and attempted to ignore the injury. (Endurance 7 probably helped here)

The clouds above drifted away, unveiling the moon and lighting the area. Sweat dribbled into Thomas’ mouth, leaving a disgusting salty taste. He leaned back against the rock, the rigid surface pushing the contents of his rucksack back into him. Thomas listened. It was incomprehensibly silent, not even the sound of wind. He peeked quickly out of his cover; the cowboy had left his couch for pastures new, but there was still no sign of the other man. Thomas had given away his position with his last attack, he needed new cover. To one side, were an overturned fridge and some other junk; to the other, a destroyed sedan. Both had too much open ground between them and Thomas' current position, he would be cut down in an instant if he ran for them.

Thomas retreated back to the trench, which was now illuminated by the moon. It stretched off several metres north and south in a straight line. Thomas crouched down and followed it north, until he passed the sedan. He could cross from here to the sedan easily, covering less open ground than the other way. Thomas examined the area surrounding the sedan carefully. Just as he was about to move, he saw a shadowy outline take cover behind it. From this distance, Thomas couldn't tell whether it was the cowboy or the other man, and there wasn't a clear enough shot from the trench. A faint smell of burning meat entered his nostrils, probably drifting away from Thomas’ failed attempt at dinner. It gave Thomas an idea.

Thomas ripped a length of fabric from his clothes, and took a bottle of vodka from his rucksack. It seemed like a waste of good vodka, but he needed it. He took the cap off the vodka, poured some vodka on the fabric and shoved it into the neck of the bottle. He felt the weight of the bottle carefully, he had to get it in one try. In one swift movement, Thomas lit the rag and tossed the improvised Molotov towards the sedan.
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Inventory: Courtroom Lunch, Afterburner Gum, Bricklayer's Fan Package

Rebecca Delacroix
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SPECIAL: 7.8.4.8.4.4.5
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Little occurs in the span of time it takes for you all to find fresh cover once more, except it seems our creatures of the night have found a new light source. A poorly made, makeshift molotov streaks through the air and into the open window of the sedan and shatters on the opposite window, sending glass and flame out like bomb-blast shrapnel. The cars dry interior catches flame like firewood, along with Emmet's riding coat. It is clear that vodka is no replacement for gasoline however, and the molotov has done little damage outside of the car.

Your current ammunition count is as follows.

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Buck 13 rifle rounds, 16 revolver bullets

Emmet 9 Shotgun shells, 12 arrows with Sash, along with his bow

Thomas 2 stun grenades, 12 revolver bullets


(CP Tip - Don't be afraid to shoot!)
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(Moonlight + Blue Being on Fire + Perception)

Power Anthem #2

Trying to calm down, Buck poured out a handful of the ‘trail mix’ give to him by the doctor. Wincing at the awful taste, he stopped chewing when he saw the arc of light soaring even over the top of the top of the refrigerator. Tossing the bag down, Buck grabbed his rifle and peeked his iron sights out from the right flank of the fridge.

A rusted out husk was now glowing from the inside out about 30 yards away . One of these fuckers was packing firebombs. Although at least now he was pretty sure they weren’t a team against him. At this moment, he felt himself calm down a little bit, hopefully from the mix, but suddenly his chest fluttered when he saw a silhouette dipping up and down, his figure illuminated by the blaze and moonlight.

Flailing about behind cover, just small enough to hide from his other enemy, Buck breathed slowly as his target’s body jerked wildly in his sights. Exhaling slowly, he carefully squeezed the trigger of his rifle, feeling the satisfying kickback and hearing the bombastic crack of his rifle. Sliding back into cover, and moving the harmonica magazine into the next chamber while holding his revolver in his right hand, he faced towards the left of him in case anyone tried to flank him from that side.
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The night had suddenly grown brighter, if only for an instant. An explosion of heat erupted from the husk of the sedan, and light and flame filled Emmett's vision. He let out a brief shout and rolled away kicking up a cloud of dust in the wind. His jacket had caught flame and the dry fabrics stood no chance against the powerful flames. Emmett wrestled off the clothing as quickly as possible; the heat on his back grew from mild to white-hot the second he slipped it off. He would have burns on his back a long time if he walked a way from this.

His jackets slipped into the breeze for a half a moment, floating like a burning phantom. A bullet slammed into the hot metal of the sedan's shell, spraying hot metal across Emmett's arm. A few inches higher and the bullet would have taken off his off head. He had never felt a pain quite like his arm melting, but he used his sleeve and brushed off the worst of the shrapnel. It stunk of fiery flesh and he could see it would be beet red, even by moonlight. It was time for vengeance.

The molotov had come from the trench to his right, and he squinted into the darkness of that direction. Using the stock of his shotgun, he pushed the still burning jacket into the breeze and watched it flutter off to the north. Emmett ducked low and charged at the trench. His legs strained as he finished his sprint into the trench. Emmett caught sight of a shadowy figure further along the trench and raised his shotgun to firing position.

Boom.

The guttural shot echoed loudly in his ears as he charged his attacker. The darkness masked his opponent, but he swung the stock of his shotgun at full force towards the rough head of the bandit. They crashed together a moment later, and both went sprawling in the dust.
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Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
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Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
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Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
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The molotov arced in the air and crashed through the sedan. It exploded into bright flames inside the car, making it easily visible. The drifter’s jacket got caught in the flames, which spread quickly around him. After a moment, he tossed the flaming jacket to the floor where it slowly drifted away. The car’s old interior was engulfed in flames, which skipped up into the air, obscuring his view of the drifter further.

A loud crack sounded off from Thomas’ right, down by the old refrigerator. Thomas ducked down as far as he could. The shot must have come from the cowboy. Thomas began to make his way down the trench towards him. The graze on his neck was still bleeding heavily, leaving a thin red trail where he walked.

Boom

Thomas fell against the side of the trench as a bunch of pellets flew through the air, one just clipping his left arm. The pellet embedded itself deep in his arm, making Thomas let out a loud yelp of pain and surprise. Thomas turned towards the drifter, revolver in hand. The drifter swung his shotgun stock at Thomas. He put his arms up in defence instinctively; he felt a sharp pain against his right wrist causing him to drop his revolver. The men collided and fell into the dirt. Thomas kicked and punched as he scrambled towards his revolver. He swung it around and fired a quick shot in the drifter’s general direction. He clambered out of the trench and threw himself down behind a medium-sized rock, which provided protection from the drifter in the trench and the cowboy behind the fridge.

Thomas rate of breathing increased rapidly as the pain in his arm and wrist began to fade. His ears rang with the sound of gunfire from the confined trench. He leaned out from cover, checking the distance between him and the fridge. Something moved; a shifting in the surrounding darkness. Thomas’ hearing returned to the sound of growls and barks. The darkness around surrounding him and the other men lit up with glowing eyes. The smell of Thomas’ blood had drawn a pack of dogs towards the men. Thomas took a deep breath as he replaced the missing round and prepared for the next round of battle.
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The fighting and bloodshed erupts violently now, compared to the sputter and smoke that it consisted of earlier. Buck remains unscathed, however any aches or pains he felt or may feel wash away, along with the added effect of lady luck washing over you, albeit at the expense of his senses, strength, and speed. The clouds roll over the moon once more, and the only light sources that remain are the car bonfire and the stars above.

Emmet on the other hand, finds himself in a much more difficult situation. The bullet finds a new home in his arm, rolling through muscle with no discretion. It is still usable, albeit at great pain to you, and bleeding heavily enough to make it a concern in the next half-hour.

Thomas and Emmet's fates intertwine, as Thomas finds bones in his arm shattered from the shotgun pellets, and although they are in shock now, the pain will be tremendous once it wears off. However, all is not finished, and Thomas is rocked by a shotgun stock to his cheek, and it seems a tooth has come dislodged. Had Emmet had both arms in good condition, Thomas likely would've been knocked out, rather then just knocked to the floor.

The two grapple each other, rolling around, and in the struggle their firearms both fall out of reach, and it seems like the first to find a gun in their hand will be the victor.

Only time will tell, though.

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Buck 12 rifle rounds, 16 revolver bullets

Emmet 8 Shotgun shells, 12 arrows with Sash, along with his bow

Thomas 2 stun grenades, 12 revolver bullets


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No dogs are found, except the old, dried up bones of a pack hunted off months ago.

Eyes blink repeatedly from a distance, attracted by flame and blood. Wounded prey was easy prey.

Your ears light up, and childhood horror stories come to mind as you hear the unmistakable cry of a howler eagle. Anyone who glances up may by chance see wings gliding, gathering speed for it's inevitable lunge.

(CP Tip - All three of you are bleeding!)
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Buck heard the thunderous discharge of the short man’s shotgun, which would’ve made him jump if it weren’t for the trail mix. Hearing the telltale sounds of struggle in the distance with his enemies’ blood curdles and straining, Buck was half inclined to look over and watch without intervening, but duty called-

-Right until a Howler Eagle’s screech tore through the night air and actually made him jump. Shivering both from the night air and the terror that suddenly swept over him, Buck’s eyes darted up at the sky in an attempt to spot the giant raptor. His eyes had grown slightly murky from the trial mix, and the added cloud cover didn’t help. All he knew is that big feathered fuck was going to be on them at any moment.

He let out a sigh, gripping his revolver in both hands for added stability, and popped out from behind the fridge on the left, his legs spread apart and his back erect in a combat stance. Aiming down range, he could faintly see the shadows of the two brawlers in the glow of the fading sedan fire. The fat and short man locked in a grapple on the ground about 10 yards away from him. He put his sights at the center of their struggle, and squeezed off three shots from his revolver, with a second in between each pull of the trigger as to compensate for the recoil.

Ducking back into his cover, Buck’s mind suddenly raced at his options regarding the Eagle. He tried to keep a level head as he crouched down and slid three fresh rounds into his revolver, wiping some newly oozed blood off on the side of the fridge. He kept focused on his surroundings; trying to hear if either of the goons were trying to rush his position, or if they were even still alive.
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The pain was tremendous. Emmett was fighting on instinct only, blocking his opponent's strikes as best he could as they rolled about in the dust. For a half a second he blacked out, but a blow to his stomach revived him. In the background, Emmett heard the violent call of an avian devil. A howler eagle was stalking him and he was in a fight for his life. Things couldn't possibly get worse.

Then he heard the gunshot.

A spray of dirt covered both combatants a split-second after the bullet hit. Emmett's assailant had gained the upper hand in the duel, so Emmett had to resort to drastic measures. His knee slammed into the man's groin and he used his good forearm to create as much separation as possible from the bastard. Their bodies became untangled as both men groaned in pain. Emmett darted away from the pileup, half running and half-crawling with his one good arm. Another gunshot had ripped through the night air, then a third. His foot kicked something as he slipped into the darkness once again; he leaned over a picked up a revolver. He cracked it open and saw it had a full five shots.

He didn't know how close his opponent was, for darkness had overtaken him. The occasional cries of the overhead howler drove fear into his heart. Emmett scanned the darkness for movement and tried to ignore the hunting cries of he eagle. His entire body ached and blood was running down his arm and pooling in his glove.

When he glanced back towards the trench, he saw movement. It was the bastard again, the same one who threw the molotov and shot him. Emmett leveled the pistol against the man, using his wounded arm to steady his aim, and squeezed the trigger. A flash of pain pounded through his bad arm as he cycled in a second shot and fired. Emmett backpedaled away and tripped backwards into a deep section of the trench. He once again cycled another round into the chamber, and decided to sit and wait for the fight to come to him.
Gilbert Rose Level 5
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6
Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5
Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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Thomas threw himself atop the drifter, and fought as hard as he could. Every punch reverberated around his body, shaking his bones and causing great pain in his arm. A small object bounced around the inside of his mouth, the metallic taste of blood following it. The wind howled. But there wasn't any wind? Thomas risked a glance upwards. The recognisable outline of a howler eagle circled the area, swooping lower with each rotation and occasionally letting out a terrifying screech. Thomas really should have been paying attention.

A bullet smashed into the dirt next to the struggling men, kicking dirt over both men. The drifter took advantage of the situation and nailed Thomas’ in the family jewels. He recoiled in pain and the goddamn arsehole knocked him from his dominant position. Thomas fell backwards, smashing the remaining glass bottle in his rucksack. Shards of glass punctured the thin fabric of Thomas’ skin easily. Thomas cursed as another two shots from the fridge cowboy hit into the tough dirt. He crawled away in a bloody smear. The night grew darker as the clouds hid the moon once more. Thomas scanned the floor for his revolver, he couldn't see shit. He pulled himself to his feet and turned towards the drifter. He had disappeared into the darkness behind him. Then a sudden gush of wind knocked Thomas to the floor of the trench. An eight foot tall shadow stood at the edge of the trench. It stuck its beak down into the trench, snapping dangerously close to Thomas.

Then a shot came from the dark. And another. The shots knocked chunks out of the eagles side. It let out a high pitched shriek and fled back into the skies. Thomas stayed still for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The drifter had unintentionally saved his life. Thomas rose to his feet slowly, keeping in the shadows. He drew his switchblade. OH FUCK! Pain shot up Thomas arm the moment he lifted the switchblade. He switched it to his other hand quickly. He crawled along the shadows of the trench, leaving the drifter for now and turning his attention to the cowboy. While the drifter hadn't earned his forgiveness, he had earned a temporary respite from another attack.

Thomas pulled himself out of the trench and took cover in a small rock archway. The cowboy was on the opposite side of the trench by the fridge. Thomas wiped away blood from his neck and face. He checked his left arm. The shotgun pellets had almost certainly broke it. He took off his leather jacket and set about making it into a sling. He ripped off the remains off the sleeves, leaving only the square torso piece. He folded from one corner to the next to make a triangle. He slipped one end over his shoulder and the other under his arm, with his arm folded across his chest. He lifted the remaining corner over his shoulder and tied the sling off. While it wasn't much use in the immediate future, it would prevent him from damaging his arm further. He waited in the rock archway for the men to make their next move, the eagle still circling overhead.
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All three of Buck's shots find themselves in the dirt, it seems his torch habit has been impairing his aim a bit more then he might've been expecting. As he darts back into cover, the screech of the howler is louder than ever, and it swoops in so fast that it seems like it could break the sound barrier. It's only a scouting run, luckily enough, but no doubt it has already chosen it's target.

Thomas on the other hand is narrowly unwounded, both rounds planting themselves into the soil. The recent spring of trigger-failures may end soon, but who knows how much ammunition will be lost before the gun fight is resolved?

You all find yourself in cover, although whether or not a winner will surface at all is starting to seem out of the question.

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Buck 12 rifle rounds, 13 revolver bullets

Emmet 8 Shotgun shells, 12 arrows with Sash, along with his bow. Shotgun is in open ground.

Thomas 2 stun grenades, 10 revolver bullets, revolver is in Emmet's position
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Buck may have been dumb, but he wasn’t dumb enough to stay in open ground while an eight foot tall murder machine soared overhead. Grabbing his rifle in his free hand, he sprinted to his left and dove into the ditch, landing on his feet before sliding into a prone position. He had over calculated his trajectory and landed slightly on the slope of the ditch. This was not entirely a bad thing though…

Behind an out of place rock archway, Buck spotted the fat man preoccupied folding something. Taking the opportunity to strike, he fired the rifle at the figure with his uncut right hand steadying the barrel. Immediately after, he rolled into the center of the ditch for maximum protection from visibility and/or fire from anyone that may have been outside of the trench. Including the eagle For the purpose of personal protection, Buck readied his revolver in case the fat man was still alive or the short one were to jump him.
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The howler droned on with its eternal death screech, but it was a good distance to Emmett's left so he counted himself lucky. The man who shot him was somewhere off to the left and he assumed the Howler was assaulting the cowboy by the fridge. The pain in his left arm was violent and terrifying, and his heart was racing beyond the point of adrenaline. Emmett was content to lay in the trench until the end of time, it felt so good to not being fighting for his life.

He may have laid there until death if salvation hadn't gone rushing past him. Off to Emmett's left, the cowboy dove head first into the trench, leaving Emmett downright flabbergasted, and opened fire toward the larger man. The howler continued to screech overhead, still a good distance away. Emmett sat up and clutched the primed revolver in his right hand. It was his chance.

Emmett made a silent prayer and crossed the short distance between he and the cowboy as quickly and silently as he could. It was no more than a few seconds later that Emmett jammed the revolver into the back of the man's head and fired.

The shot echoed for a moment, but Emmett never saw the result. He had stepped into the path of the howler still stalking the cowboy. One wing clipped him a second after the gunshot, and he was knocked further back into the trench. He lay on his back in pain, and desperately worked the action on his revolver.

Two shots, Emmett thought. He would need them all to escape the eagle and the remaining assailants.

(OOC: Buck charged into the trench separating Emmett and Thomas, and if he didn't see Emmett lying in the trench, he would have to be somewhere between the two. Leaving him open for an easy shot.)
Gilbert Rose Level 5
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Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
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Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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The pain in his broken arm dulled to being almost bearable. The numbness that tended to accompany broken bones took over and he slowly began to lose feeling in his arm. He needed to get a gun. The drifter in the trench had his revolver, though the drifter’s shotgun was lying in the trench somewhere. He took stock of his equipment, a broken bottle, two stun grenades and a----BANG.

Thomas fell to the floor as a bullet smashed into the side of the rock, spraying him with rock chips. Thomas caught a glimpse of the cowboy, who had fired the shot, rolling into the darkness of the trench. Thomas crawled quietly up to the edge of the trench, being careful to stay in the darkness of the night. He reached into his rucksack. He grabbed the neck of the broken bottle, and took it out. The body of the bottle had broken into tiny fragments inside his rucksack, leaving the neck and the top of the body with jagged and deathly sharp edges. Thomas held it in a hammer grip and prepared for attack.

There was a stirring in the shadows of the trench and something emerged behind the cowboy. It was the drifter. He snuck up behind the cowboy and shoved his gun into the back of the cowboy’s head. Thomas glanced up and saw the eagle swooping down for the cowboy. He braced himself against the floor. There was another gunshot, Thomas recognised the sound as being from his revolver, and then the tremendous gush of wind pushed into him. He barely managed to keep his balance. The drifter had fallen backwards. Thomas seized the opportunity.

He dropped into the trench on top of the drifter. He thrust twice with the broken bottle, aiming for the man’s carotid artery in his neck and the femoral in his leg. He didn't stick around to see the result; he grabbed at his revolver and retreated further into the trench.

(OOC: Thomas has the scatterbrain trait which made him forget his switchblade. Emmett shot at Buck and then Thomas attacked him. By the way, the shotgun in the trench is unloaded.)
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The eagle swivels mid-sweep like a pinch hitter rounding the bases, and with a shocking display of nimbleness it aims at the midriff, almost anticipating him hitting the dirt. It's talons close with a vice grip, crushing a human skull like one would an orange, a mere moment before Buck's bullet rips through his heart.

Thomas's limp form lifts off, and the eagle flies away, carrying him like a child to it's nest.

Emmett's footsteps are near-silent, quiet enough to not grab the attention of the other drifter in the trench. It's dark, night-black, and his hands are trembling from excitement. In an effort to force the gun up against his forehead quickly, it instead finds itself buried in his collar bone.

The first bullet deafens you both, the sound bouncing off the walls of the trench. The second trigger pull doesn't even make a sound, the guns jammed. Bad luck and bad maintenance will do that to you.


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Buck 11 rifle rounds, 13 revolver bullets

Emmet 8 Shotgun shells, 12 arrows with Sash, along with his bow. Shotgun is in open ground.

Thomas (Deceased) 2 stun grenades, 8 revolver bullets, revolver is in Emmet's position

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Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Emmett scrambled through the trench, blind and bleeding as if he were no more than prey. He couldn't believe himself. He had been feet from his target, armed with a loaded pistol, and hadn't finished the job. Now all he had was his axe and a deathly painful wound in his arm. Emmett continued his heavy breathing as he laid somewhere inside the dark trench. The howler eagle's screeching had halted, leaving Emmett with the sense it had struck one of the other bastards.

He was moving quickly through the trench, suddenly aware of his own movements. Emmett's axe was in his hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The sound of heavy wheezing reached his ears as he continued on.

The cowboy was sprawled out in the trench, bleeding into the sand. He was dying slowly but surely, and seemed to be unaware of Emmett's position. Their eyes met, but the cowboy seemed to stare right through the Express rider's eyes.

Five minutes later, Emmett had found a very confused and anxious Sash near the remains of his campfire. Emmett saddled up the horse and made for Bucket Town, knowing his arm was in danger of being infected. As he escaped the carnage a ray of moonlight struck his axe, revealing its unblooded blade.

(OOC: This showdown has been idle long enough. Buck had a major bullet wound and I think its safe to safe Emmett won here, even if it was by default.)
Gilbert Rose Level 5
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Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
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