Bodies drop, hit the floor

[talks_to_nisse]

Who: Kai and Sindre
When: 21 June, late evening
Where: What ought to have been safe turf.
What: Who can keep alliances straight?
Rating: A for At Your Discretion, for language and violence

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[danskannabis]

Holliday had a reputation as a sharp shooter. I knew I could always count on him to keep my back covered, whether against the cowboys or the once law-abiding men turned lucid at the threat of danger. He had an eye for angles and precision I had always dreamed of and never could quite obtain, even in my years of training as a Marshal. He became my right-hand man after Morgan's murder, replacing him and aiding Virgil in my necessary arsenal against the likes of Johnny Ringo and Curly Bill, the cowboy uprising a ruthless affair that still reigns in the eaves of my conscious to this day. The times that Doc saved my ass are scattered amongst the number of stars in the sky, and I'd be damned if I could count them all. I always appreciated him, but never fully until after his passing. A friend of McMaster's recounted a time with Doc that occurred while we were on the ride for Curly Bill. His words stay with me to this day as a vital memory of my friend, a badge of honor in name of his respect, his valor, his courage

[talks_to_nisse]

The first swing of my knife brought the hilt in contact with the closest man's temple, and he went down hard. I didn't get a moment to see what happened to him after, though, 'cause then the rest were on me and I didn't need the sudden stinging in my arm to know that at least one of them was swingin' metal too.

Ain't a one of 'em that could take me, one-on-one, even with the knives. An' as much as I'd rather not kill 'em so as to not make this thing with Thaddius worse, facts were just too many of them to make that a consideration.

So I kept my back to the wall, strikin' at whatever presented itself, trying to turn their numbers and the cramped quarters to my own advantage. They was too close, too eager for blood, and it didn't take much to tangle 'em in each others swingin' limbs.

It wasn't enough, though. If I'da been fresh, maybe, maybe I'da stood a chance. But I wasn't, an' they knew it, and though I did my best I was still taken hits. But damned if I wasn't takin' 'em down with me

[danskannabis]

Oh, like hell.

Shot one fired, singing into the air with a siren's fury. It was a warning I regretted to give, but I'd be damned to see a man out numbered in a fight that was clearly unfair. "Ain't none of you daisies," I barked, a coldness in my voice I had almost forgot it could harbor. "Ain't any'a your mothers teach you to a fair fight? Fuck if this is the slums, you all are goddamn gentleman. You want to fight fucking unfair?"

Shot two fired, screaming into the air with a banshee's howl. Shot three game next, aimed for the leg of the brat on the far left, knicking him in the ankle. Slinging my arm up sharply the hammer clicked, a thunderous noise in an atmosphere that had suddenly run stagnant. The barrel made it's rounds between them all at the level of their roughed up temples, and I felt my teeth clench just as my stomach twisted in disgust.

"I'm your Huckleberry. And this is just my kind of game."

[talks_to_nisse]

Fuck me sideways til I cry.

I'da smacked that upside his idiot head for that stunt, announcin' himself like that. Y'want the best odds on gettin' out alive? Hit quiet, hit fast, and hit simple.

Two things was stoppin' me, though. One was the no few numbera bodies between us, and the other was the fact that the damn fool stunt actually worked. Two scattered at the first shot, and I marked 'em as the only two with any fuckin' sense. Some'a the others hesitated, but when one went down all but a few scattered. Those few tried to pull at downed members, and I respected them for that, even as I sliced at the nearest one to send them running