Ambiance:
Keep the Wolves Away
Inside the Saloon...
"Sin vraga, Teo Hrsak!" screams
Sister Anja her form silluetted in the center of front doorway, her hand extended in an accusatory point at the
dark man by the back stair. The entire room jolts and flinches, freezing for just a moment;
the bearded man in the vest and bowler hat rises abruptly from the poker table, his six-shooter in his hand.
Seated alone at a round table on the northeast corner of the room,
Hansel fires his laser pistol from under the table.
Zrrrrt! A corruscading blast of focused energy flashes across the room and misses
the bearded man in the vest and bowler hat, scorching the table.
Zrrrrt! A second blast scorches the wall behind him.
BLAM! The bearded man in the vest and bowler hat returns fire at his assailant, splinters flying as the bullet tears a large hole in Hansel's wooden tabletop. He shifts along the southern wall, flipping an empty round table to take cover behind it, dirty dishes clattering on the floor.
Judge Lira raises her hi-tech mag rifle, aiming in the general direction of
the bearded man in the vest and bowler hat after seeing two shots missing him.
"I am an honorable and respected judge the land over -- why don't we all just sit down and have a nice conversation, possibly with more drinks and fewer firearms, I'd hate to see anyone meet their fate without due process."
Taavi remains seated at his table for partial cover, draws his semi-auto pistol, ready to shoot anyone that directs a weapon his way.
"I'm with the honorable judge here. Settle things peacefully! Fair legal process will be provided!" He doesn't note anyone paying attention to him, live fire having already commenced.
Báleygr drops under his own table, next to Taavi, taking cover from lasers and lead.
"Ok boys, tell me about your card playing friend? Is he working for that ominous gent on the stairs?" Lira whispers to her new and temporary posse.
The man in the red flannel shirt answers -
"That guy? Don't know him." He flicks his hand to signal his two henchmen, who shift
Sister Anja a step to the east along the north wall, then take her place to block the front door.
Talina takes her hand off her drink and quickly pulls her bandana down when she meets the eyes of
the mustached man with the black fedora and bolo tie coming at her. She raises both her hands and dives headfirst over the bar! She rolls to a crouch and draws her laser pistol, the bar blocking her.
"Is there a way out?" she says to
Malko in a quiet voice. Malko points to to the kitchen door, but the bar now stands between her and it, the door standing in the southwest corner. Keeping low, she is able to shift unnoticed away from the mustached man, out the northwest end of the bar and unseen behind the first table there. Lira and the posse stand between her and the front door in the middle of the north wall now, the mustached man and the bar still between her and the kitchen door.
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In the southeast corner by the stair,
Teo Hrsak curls his lip and snarls at the sudden attention of Sister Anja's accusing finger. As shots are fired and attention moves away from him to the
man with the bowler hat, he draws a
long bowie knife in his hand and stalks forward to the center of the room, watching the bar, the north exit, the kitchen.
The mustached man with the black fedora and bolo tie puts his empty hands up, answering the
Judge.
"Just servants of the law here, ma'am, got a warrant and a bounty for that woman," he states loudly, nodding towards
Talina and the bar. He shifts himself around the end of the bar to block the kitchen door.
Still holding his beer-tap-valve,
Faraday sees the frozen
Zoe and an elderly local couple, tipping another round table near the north wall just west of Lira to try and create a place of safety. He sees
Talina crouching behind the next table over.
Next Round Actions!
Outside on Main Street...
"Sin vraga, Teo Hrsak!" screams
Sister Anja her form silluetted in the front doorway of the Saloon, her hand pointing accusitorally within. Two additional large canine forms move abruptly from the shadows of the refueling station, advancing to the cover of the flatbed truck, two more pairs of eyes glint in the darkened lee of the Saloon.
"Look out, Sister! Get behind me. Better yet, get into the store." Shadrach directs.
Sister Amalia speaks a brief prayer and her eyes begin to glow faintly, before the corners of her mouth turn up in disgust.
"Time to work, Babysitter. Those there are spawn of the devil, no ordinary wolves." She takes a position behind Shadrach on the porch of the Mercantile, beckoning the Handmaiden to do the same, then mentions their resistance to bullets as them being protected by the shroud of evil.
"They're lookin' for a girl, but they'll be killin' all they can on their way." Amalia scans around for any obviously suspicious people but the street is oddly clear of bystanders, townsfolk abruptly dissappearing indoors when the storm clouds appeared on the horizon.
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Two wolves feint at the rear of the truck.
Emile draws an imposing huge-caliber revolver and fires at them.
BLAM! There is an ominous screech of metal as he puts a bullet through the rear quarter panel of the Judge's truck, leaving a conspicuous hole. The pair of wolves skirt back behind the cover of the fender, but three more appear by the gas pumps about 30m behind them, startled by the sound.
On the next porch up the street,
the Sheriff is on his feet, rifle braced against his shoulder, but facing up the street away from you.
KRAKOW! His rifle fires and a yelp is heard in the distance beyond him down Main Street.
The pairs of eyes narrow, crouching by the corner of the Saloon, waiting. Three shadowy forms materialize by the hanging tree in the distance beyond. You hear some additional growls below the Saloon building.
Shadrach curses softly as he swings his rifle off his shoulder and brings it to a low ready position, glancing back and forth between the wolves on either side. The grizzled veteran twitches slightly, holding his breath for just a second as if preparing. A low rumble of thunder breaks the moment, the dark clouds continuing to roll in from the west, at the far end of Main Street.
Clang clang! Clang clang! Someone pulls the bellrope in the church, halfway down the street.
Next Round Actions!
Rolls:
In that case, Hansel will attempt to find cover for himself, flipping his table up, if nothing more substantial is nearby.