[It'd be nice if maybe this scuffle didn't erupt the way it did but this was very much a shoot first ask later kind of scuffle. There was no doubt these men were after their blood when the return of gunfire is immediate. Pistols and rifles from the sound of it, nothing proportional to the number of bodies moving around and nothing more fancy or advanced than that to indicate this was anything more organized than a greedy local gang. Fine with him. It's their funeral.
Still trouble if they'd let it be.
McCree moves back towards the ruins, his boot spurs drawing distance and splitting the group up as intended. Here he uses moonlight and the flat walls for cover and waits for rounds of bullets to stop before peaking out behind a corner and firing twice. Two dull thuds follow.]
I'll give you and your friends a chance to back off, and might I suggest you should take it.
[One of the more armored mooks yells back in Spanish something like, "You killed two of my men--that just makes it two times easier to split your rewards."]
Not too good at math, are you?
[For his quip, McCree gets a bullet hole put through his hat and a reminder he should be ducking maybe an inch or two lower behind his wall. He pulls the hat off his head and whines--that's the second damn bullet in this hat this trip. Terrible. Just terrible. He hears the crack-punch of what sounded like a jaw being broken closer by the fireplace and elongated shadows play out on the adjacent ruin walls of 76 throwing one of the mooks to the ground. His fists follow and the wet pulp of flesh being broken is as distinct as any gunshot, and it's enough of a distraction for the armored mook to turn his head. McCree leaps out from his cover and comes out of his tumble fanning his hammer, unloading a volley of shots into the mook. It stuns him but doesn't put him down, and it's all McCree can do to get behind cover again before the ruin walls are peppered with bullets.]
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Still trouble if they'd let it be.
McCree moves back towards the ruins, his boot spurs drawing distance and splitting the group up as intended. Here he uses moonlight and the flat walls for cover and waits for rounds of bullets to stop before peaking out behind a corner and firing twice. Two dull thuds follow.]
I'll give you and your friends a chance to back off, and might I suggest you should take it.
[One of the more armored mooks yells back in Spanish something like, "You killed two of my men--that just makes it two times easier to split your rewards."]
Not too good at math, are you?
[For his quip, McCree gets a bullet hole put through his hat and a reminder he should be ducking maybe an inch or two lower behind his wall. He pulls the hat off his head and whines--that's the second damn bullet in this hat this trip. Terrible. Just terrible. He hears the crack-punch of what sounded like a jaw being broken closer by the fireplace and elongated shadows play out on the adjacent ruin walls of 76 throwing one of the mooks to the ground. His fists follow and the wet pulp of flesh being broken is as distinct as any gunshot, and it's enough of a distraction for the armored mook to turn his head. McCree leaps out from his cover and comes out of his tumble fanning his hammer, unloading a volley of shots into the mook. It stuns him but doesn't put him down, and it's all McCree can do to get behind cover again before the ruin walls are peppered with bullets.]