"God made man
Colt made them equal
An I'll make you all dead!"
Tell them that as we drink the last of our whisky be fore we turn around and shoot them.
I taunt them, alerting them to my presence as I somehow manage to set my Murdaliser down long enough to down a shot of unattended whiskey on the bar. No doubt this will help me in the oncoming firefight.
I might have a problem.... To forget about my possible alcoholism, I take a sip of nearby vodka.
Down down down, shot shot shot. That's my philosophy. Only got two shots so far, and only two downs. Lets get to makin' em dead.
They seem to be surprised by my threat, the man who is apparently the leader gives a quick hand motion and the scramble to cover. (61) I blast at them with my shotgun as they scramble, kicking up dust where they where seconds before. So close! (62) My left hand pumps a blast from the murdalizer, meeting the same fate. By the time my sentry booted up, they where all safe behind cover. (49) My faithful assistant has chosen its target and sends a six-round burst through the wall, making some holes in it but not damaging anything important beyond. It will probably keep up the sustained rate of fire for some time.
Cowering behind whatever structures they believe can stop an intermediate rifle cartridge in its tracks. (65) A few take snap-shots at me, probably trying to get my head down, but they hit the other side of the building. Did they think
that would scare me? Ha, couldn't scare a cat.
I momentarily wonder where all their melee troops are, those in front seem to have ranged weaponry....Hmm, what should I do now?