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Post by Kyubey on May 27, 2014 18:13:56 GMT -5
The cowboy's bullet flew straight and true, and collided with Singleton's hand. That is, it would have, if the pirate's hand wasn't entwined in a mesh of metal chains that covered it almost completely. The bullet landed right amongst the chains at their source, causing a somewhat interesting reaction. Like a tangle of tentacles, the chains writhed and squirmed about upon receiving damage, and the pirate himself cried out in pain. Finally, the chains moved about so much that they released the pirate's bloody hand completely, causing him to fall, hard, onto the ground below. The chains, meanwhile, fell still.
The cowboy would not have quite gotten the respite he desired, however, as right as Singleton started to fall, Benjamin, the pale, skeletal member of the Black Spot pirates, had rushed into the space between the two buildings, a flintlock pistol in hand. Taking a second to aim (a hard task to do properly when the target was on the ground,) he silently fired a single shot in the cowboy's direction.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on May 28, 2014 2:24:55 GMT -5
"Oof-"
The bullet struck the cowboy and sent him rolling a bit. Without the chain assault it was easier to make it to his feet, but he still had just been shot. Clutching at his side with one hand, his white duster started to seep red. Standing unsteadily, he looked at his gloved hand and saw it for himself.
"Not half a bad shot pardner... wanna' try your luck again?"
With his spare hand he reached for one of his pistols. The pirate had a flintlock, but he had a revolver. At least one of the ways he tended to benefit over pirates these days. He didn't shoot yet, as he wasn't entirely together, but he sure looked ready to fire. Probably a combination of getting that perfect shot, and waiting to see how the captain fared. Obviously, if Singleton hit the ground and just got back up again with the chains for round two, the cowboy would shoot the captain instead. This time further up the arm probably.
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Post by Kyubey on May 30, 2014 1:30:38 GMT -5
The flintlock that had injured its target dropped and clattered, having spent its one bullet. Benjamin stood still as he faced the cowboy, his face and posture revealing nothing. He would have resembled a particularly grim statue, if it was not for a single bone-like hand that reached into his open jacket. Like the cowboy, the pale man did not shoot just yet, as if waiting for the other to move first, or perhaps as though he was trying to predict what he would do. The other pirates, waited behind him, just out of view from the cowboy.
"Damn your soul, Benjamin... how dare you disobey me?"
As the cowboy faced away, Bardsey propped himself upwards using his uninjured arm, coughing like mad, and still remaining on the ground. Again, the chains began to move, although they were no longer wrapped around the captain's arm. As though they were recovering themselves, they slithered across the dirt, and would attempt to wrap up the cowboy's legs, starting with the ankles, and then moving upwards to potentially entangle his entire lower half, hopefully preventing his movements.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on May 31, 2014 1:32:02 GMT -5
This didn't look like a situation the cowboy was apt to prevail through, so rather than try to shoot the others and remain to face the consequences, he brought his shooting hand (still with the gun) up to his mouth and let loose a whistle. By the time the chains started to grab and snare at his feet, a magnificent white stallion galloped past without stopping. The cowboy without flaw, merely grabbed the side of the saddle as it passed him, and intended to escape the immediate area. There was some question if the pirates could catch or otherwise stop him, but in his attempted escape, he could also not attack them so they were afforded some respite.
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Post by Kyubey on May 31, 2014 4:41:01 GMT -5
Bardsey frowned with disappointment as the cowboy brought the gun up to his mouth, severely misinterpreting what he was about to do. But as he whistled, seemingly summoning a horse out of nowhere, the frown turned into a scowl, and a low, enraged hiss escaped his mouth. However, as he was, he could do nothing from his position to stop the horse, and could only watch as it rescued the cowboy from both the chains and the pirates. As the beast approached, Benjamin stepped to the side to avoid getting trampled, his hand still in his jacket. The pale man remained stoic, and looked quietly at his captain, as if awaiting something.
"Don't run from our fight, ya damned coward bastard!" Singleton screamed at the cowboy, pounding his fist onto the ground. "Blast it all, I'll kill you for this!"
"Captain, may I?" asked Benjamin.
"Aye. Do it."
In a flash, Benjamin had pulled out a second flintlock from his jacket, and fired it at the cowboy. The pirate was as skilled a marksman as one could expect within reason, but his target was moving away and at a high speed, so a successful shot was not certain.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 1, 2014 4:28:02 GMT -5
The cowboy was indeed hit as he rode away, right in the back causing him to fall from his horse and hit the ground hard in a roll. It sent up a lot of dust, but fortunately he had made it a fair distance, about a block away. After that the horse wasn't much good, but from the ground he crawled over and reached up to grab a scoped rifle. Crawling back again, he propped himself up against a porch support beam, his back to the wood.
He couldn't move well and he couldn't shoot like he normally would, but he could at least prop the rifle up even with his shot arm. He waited for the dust to clear, before he would attempt to snipe the pirates into submission.
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 4, 2014 4:49:32 GMT -5
As the cowboy fell, the mesh of chains flew into Singleton's uninjured hand, as though pulled by a magnet. With the chains acting as a support the captain stood up, already beginning to recover from the impact of his fall. Stepping out from behind the space between the buildings, he made a hand signal to his mates, who all quickly scurried behind the nearby houses, avoiding the direct line of the cowboy's fire. Stevenson was still struggling to move, so Vincent had to carry him out, but despite his size, it was not hard for the pirate to carry him, and in a matter of seconds the street was almost vacated.
Out of all the pirates, there were only two who remained on the street: Singleton and the bespectacled pirate. Singleton had his back pressed against the building that stood beside the ruined saloon, less to support himself and more a means of making himself as small a target as he could. In contrast, the bespectacled man stood right in the middle of the street, facing down the cowboy, with a metal-pointed spear in one hand. Physically, the man was not too imposing, but he stood with no fear as he looked towards the gunman, through rounded glasses.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 4, 2014 14:33:55 GMT -5
The cowboy didn't notice the rest of the crew scurrying about through the back alleyways. He just saw the two pirates on the main street. With the dust cleared, he didn't hesitate, and shot once at the captain, and twice at the fellow standing defiant. Being lever-action, the shots were fired in fairly rapid succession.
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 5, 2014 3:10:53 GMT -5
As the cowboy aimed his gun at Singleton, the captain held still for just a moment, and, right as his opponent fired, spun backwards, narrowly avoiding the shot as it splintered the wooden surface behind him. Throwing his good arm upwards, the chains shot out again, not towards the cowboy, but up to the top of the structure that Singleton was pressed against. The spiked tops of the chains dug into the outer walls, giving Singleton a firm grip, but he did not launch an attack with it just yet.
The more open pirate had not expected the cowboy to be able to shoot so fast. Most rifles, in his experience, had to be reloaded after each shot, and that was what he had counted on. Still, despite his appearance, the bespectacled man's best strengths in battle were his flexibility and speed, and he put them both to good use. He rolled out of harm's way as the first shot fired, and broke into a sprint to the side. Still running, he raised his spear above his head and, with a shout, sent it flying like a javelin straight towards the cowboy, with the intention of skewering him.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 5, 2014 11:07:43 GMT -5
It seemed hitting the pirates was more difficult than he expected. Then again most people he encountered nowadays seemed to be able to dodge bullets. If there was some way that this could be learned, he imagined it was a very useful skill to have.
Just as the pirates had their own capabilities though, so too was the cowboy gifted at something in particular. Being fast was something learned for him, but he had always been deadly precise. He tracked the flying spear through the air and just when it seemed too late, he shot once more with the rifle, knocking the weapon off course if not splintering it altogether. Unfortunately that was about as much mileage as he expected from the rifle seeing as the pirates could avoid his shots better than he could dodgeballs.
He took note of the captain latching onto the building though, and didn't just sit idly by. With one hand he reached into his coat for a sawn-off shotgun, while his other grabbed for another stick of dynamite. Lighting it with another cigarette, he held onto the explosive for the time being, to see what would happen. Worst came to worst, he could always chuck it at one of the side buildings and possibly blow up some of the other crew.
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 6, 2014 4:59:32 GMT -5
"Huh. Impressive."
The bespectacled pirate crossed his arms as his spear throw was shot down. Hitting a weapon as narrow as that head on, while it was flying at a high speed was a feat that not even Benjamin could have likely accomplished. Even if the cowboy's skills seemed kept to gunplay, he had proven to be a rather dangerous person. He did not take cover from the center of the road, staying true to his position. He took a single step forward, and, a couple of seconds later, another, moving very slowly in the direction of the cowboy. He shot a quick look to his Captain, who still kept close to the wall. The pirate opened his mouth, but was silenced before he could speak by a brief shake of Bardsey's head.
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It had taken a while to truly get going, and was not without some disappointment, but at last the fight was beginning to entertain the captain. With every rush of pain from his bleeding limb, Singleton only felt more and more thrilled. This was the battle he had hoped for, and he was about to make the most of it. As Singleton licked his lips with excitement, the chains pulled him upwards and forwards, swinging him into the air. At the height of the swing, the chains released themselves from the wall, resulting in the captain being hurtled forwards. Having gotten a good speed from launching himself up, Singleton found himself above the buildings, looking down at the cowboy. Thrusting his arm forwards, the chains rushed down, jabbing at the cowboy with all their force. He noticed the shotgun and, more importantly, the explosive, but he paid it no mind for the moment. If anything, they would just make things more fun.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 8, 2014 4:21:25 GMT -5
Unfortunately the same problem as ever persisted, which was that the cowboy simply didn't have a way to deal with the attacking chains. He had expected the captain to launch at him, to which he would dust him with the shotgun, but instead it was the chains again. He couldn't really do anything to avoid them, but chuck the dynamite towards where he thought the captain would end up.
Even so doing however, wouldn't stop the chains, and he was hit, and sent rolling again. This time, he didn't get up. Still reeling from the hit, he didn't even register if the explosion had gone off, so he was a sitting duck.
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 9, 2014 1:43:37 GMT -5
Having confirmed a solid hit, Bardsey laughed with delight. Still falling to the ground, he reared his chains back, hoping to lash out again before his descent was completed.
"Cap'n! Watch out!"
Almost instinctively, Singleton looked downwards, and saw what it was that his shipmate was shouting about. Beneath him, exactly where he was about to land, was a lit stick of dynamite. Before that day, he did not know what dynamite was, having not seen an explosive of quite its design before, but after the cowboy blew up the saloon, he knew exactly what was going to happen once the fuse ran out. Quickly, the pirate recoiled his chains, using the lot of them to form a hard, metal cushion, more of a shield really, to guard him from at least the worst of the blast.
Singeton, and his giant tangle of chains, landed right on top of the dynamite, and was enveloped in the explosion. As the dust started to settle, Singleton still remained atop the chains, wounded, and bloody all over, but somehow still alive. His chains, meanwhile, were broken in several places, some of them not being nearly the same length as they were before the explosion. Bardsey lay writhing, and screaming in pain, seemingly hurt by something much worse than the dynamite himself. His face was twisted with some unknown agony, and he grasped and let go of the chains several times. Like the cowboy, he was temporarily out of commission for the moment, but whether he could recover or not remained to be seen.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 9, 2014 3:45:49 GMT -5
The cowboy expected to be run down and scalped, but instead it seemed the dynamite attack had worked. Or at least temporarily, such that it seemed he had a chance to get away. Grabbing his hat and crawling, he made for the closest building and hoped to get inside. Maybe the pirates would lose track of him but he wasn't hopeful. His basic intention though was to find some shelter and tend to his injuries. He could proceed normally from there, assuming he could get away with this.
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 14, 2014 1:57:23 GMT -5
Singleton's pained screaming faded into weary, strained gasps for air, and heavy breathing through yellowed teeth. While the explosion had shocked him, and taken far more out than he had planned, he was beginning to get his other senses back, and the first to return was his bloodlust. The pirate titled his head sidewards, to see the cowboy crawling away.
"Oy..." he said, in more of a continuous cough than anything resembling normal speech, "What'd I say about running from our duel?"
Using what was left of his chains to support himself, Singleton shakily began to stand up, rising to his feet slowly, but getting there nonetheless. The pieces of the chains that had been blown off from the blast did not move, and lay on the ground like any other bit of broken metal would.
"Stand to, mates! Now's your chance!"
At this cue from their captain, two of the pirates, Vincent the axe wielder and the sword-using man in the black jacket, ran out from behind two of the buildings. They both raced to get in front of the cowboy, hoping to block off his path to shelter, thereby forcing their enemy to either stay where he was, or take some other action.
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