Posted 11 March 2013 - 11:37 AM
A bar is great place for a brawl. You’ve got lots of destructible objects all over the place, make-shift weapons, and a nice population of barflies to use as an audience/cover/victims, what have you. A little liquid courage never hurt anybody neither. So what are you waiting for you two? Get at it!
Posted 15 March 2013 - 07:54 PM
Posted 15 March 2013 - 08:09 PM
Posted 16 March 2013 - 07:42 AM
Posted 16 March 2013 - 07:51 AM
It's dark inside the bar. People are drinking and talking, the music is loud. El Tirador shows up all wisecracking and aggressive. Throws a couple of his sweetest moves down, but for some reason Alma isn't taking it. She seems preoccupied, El Tirador looks around, is it that redhead on the other side of the room? What's with that guy? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pistol. With a flick of his wrist, he extends the barrel and levels an uzi at the stranger. Thinking quickly, Alma reaches over and lays a soft hand on the cowboy's cheek. Magic flows in through his face and suddenly he can feel it in his skull. Like a giant hand squeezing everything that he is. Alma leans in sensually close and whispers in his ear.
"Fire one shot, I'll kill you and your horse and sell your motorcycle for scraps."
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