Renegade

[Aerozord]

The wind whipped through the desert town. All was quiet, rather as quiet as any western town could get. Save for the hide out of the infamous assasin Qore. Its halls were littered with corpses, and in what was once an office. The room destroyed, and Kon's chain weapon pinned to the floor by throwing needles.

Qore stood firm, needles resting in both his hands. "Chain of Death, what a befitting name. However once your chain is isolated your hardly a threat anymore." At that moment Kon drew his gun "I love it when they are stupid" and fired. The high volocity weapon hit right at the shoulder joint, the force of the bones seperating was so great Qore's right arm was blasted clean off.

Qore grabbed his bleeding shoulder as Kon reloaded his gun. "Too bad your worth more alive, I would have ended it quickly." His second shot shattered his upper arm bone, leaving his remaining arm useless. Qore ran but was stopped as the third shot took out his leg at the knee. Kon retrieved his weapon and walked over to his bloody prey. "Now dont die yet, I still have to cash you in."

[PyrosNine]

A hot wind blew into the sun-beaten town, and PYros came in with it.

He was dirty. He had been walking in the mud and the muck, the dirt and the dank, and been soaked in blood. His own, and others. He wasn't sweating though, which didn't mix with whatever covered him. But it wasn't a good thing either.

It meant he was dehydrated. With weakened, wobbly steps, he sauntered into the limits of the town, walked into the shade of of a nearby outhouse, and passed out.

[Tarrin]

Luke was still resting on the streacher being draged by Brown.
The giggles of woman walking by woke him and as he lifted the grime incrusted hat from his face he lent a wink at them.

Rising from his slumber Luke grabed his boots and gun, Settling each into their place he ensured his friend hed water and food before entering the cantina.

The inside of the cantina was small and dark, a few of the towns people sat talking, Casting side ways glances at the dirty figure that had entered the room.
Taking a seat Luke noded at the owner to come over, "Beans, and whisky" Lukes order was usually the same no matter where he went.

Moments later the owner a short mexican wandered over sat a bottle and a plate infront of luke, He then left and returned again with a large pot filled with beans, A few scoops were laydled onto lukes plate and as the man turned to leave luke said "Leave the pot!".
Sitting the pot on the table the man scurried off back to the bar leaving his customer to the meal.

Scraping the beans off his plate and back into the pot Luke used the serving spoon to eat his fill, Only when he had mopped the last of the gravy from the bottom of the pot did he stop eating.
Sliding his chair back and taking a sip of the whisky he relaxed a bit, He was always like this eat as much as he could when he could, No telling when he'd eat next.

Just at that moment a yell carried thru the cantina "What do you mean you have no beans ready" looking up to the counter Luke could see two men looking over at him, One was the owner the other a gun slinger by the looks and one in a bad mood by the looks.
"Hey you" the slinger called to Luke, "You eat all them beans did ya?"Luke looked up and nodded to the stranger, Lukes pearcing blue eyes scanning to see what move the other would make.
"I wanted them beans" the slinger spat the words out,
"Hey i'm sorry, Here have some of my whisky while you wait for some more to be cooked" Luke tried offering the irate man a drink, The glass sailed accross the room as the Slinger swiped it out of Lukes hand.

"Boy my name is Mortemer Haggert and i've got a $50,000 bounty for killin a man" Mort was trying his hardest to stand over Luke now.
Luke rocked back onto the rear legs of his chair his hand droping to a position that would allow a fast pull of his iron.

Mortemer made his move he was quick and a shot rang out, Unfortunately the gun that rang out was Lukes and Mort droped dead to the floor.
Luke walked over to the body and kicked it over to it's back, The gun was a different calibur than his own "Aww man a cant even get any ammo off this guy" tossing a few ci to the owner Luke left the building makeing for Brown, It was time to leave, Atleast this time he got to eat.

[Lycanthrope]

Alton was not the sort of man was normally caught cheating at cards. This was mostly his quick, nimble fingers were well trained in the art of moving in ways the normal eye would be unable to see. However the man across the table from him, the one with the pale blue eyes was anything if normal, and the Phantom Fox could see that, He had sweated, waiting for the opportunity to slip an ace to his hand, and complete the full house of royals that he was holding, waiting for the half-second for the man to whipe his eyes or turn to look at some commotion...

At that exact moment, a shot rang out from the bar at the far end of the room. The room turned to see a sandy-haired gunslinger kick over his dead opponent, a regular around these parts named Mortimer.

Alton did not, however, let his eyes linger long. With a deftness that might have inspired a little fear in a prudent man. He pulled an ace of spades from his sleeve and replaced the current ten of clubs with it. When all eyes turned back to the game, Alton's expression had not changed one iota.

"Gentlemen, I believe all bets are laid."

Three men remained unfolded. Alton, the dealer, and the man with the cold blue eyes. The dealer put his cards down first.

"Three queens."

Alton smirked. "Full House," he said, laying his cards out on the table before him. As they were revealed, the eyes of the man across from him flared slightly.

"You fucking cheat!" the man spat, slamming his cards on the table. Among them, an ace of spades. The man stood suddenly, throwing the table over as he did and drawing with a speed befitting the grizzled old desert wolf the man appeared to be.

However Alton was also not a man to let any opportunity, no matter how brief, slip by, and the moment that the man had called him out, he had reached beneath his coat and drawn a knife, and by the time the gun had left the holster it was already in the air, spinning its deadly arc straight for the man's heart.

A moment later, Alton had nimbly leapt over to the man and extracted his weapon from the dead man's chest cavety, when he suddenly percieved a number of clicks as hammers were cocked around him.

Alton looked around with shock at first, before grinning sheepishly. "I gather he was popular around here?"

"Your a dead man, you sonofabitch. You killed Eddie!" someone shouted

Alton did not need a second warning. Reaching to his belt he let something clatter to the ground before diving behind the cover of the table. The shooting started, as bullets riddled his wooden cover. Then there was a whoosh as the smoke grenade exploded, filling the room with obscuring noxious fumes.

Alton barreled his way out the door of the cantina, whisps of smoke trailing behind him.

He coughed a few times before looking up at the sandy-haired man who he had seen kill Mort not a few seconds earlier.

"Regular day at the Cantina, eh?" he said, with an amiable smile.

[Aerozord]

Leaving the police station he counted his recent income. "Not even a hundred thousand, and I even wasted three bullets on him." He walked past the local bar. In all honesty he was abit upset. Hoping he would finally get some food. It was about that time he noticed the man that stumbled out. Apparently the one that started that mess. An angered look in his eye as he stared at him. "I was hungy."

[Lycanthrope]

(OOC: You're all going to hate me, but its way too funny to pass up)

Alton coughed.

"Sir, I tell you certainly that I am merely a bystandard who..."

"There he is!" came a shout from inside the door

Alton shot the two strangers a mischievious glance.

"Ah my two friends!" he said as loudly as he could, "I've found you at last! Help me hold off this unruly mass!"

[Tarrin]

Luke looked at both men, His expression a quisical one, then he looked at the coughing Alton, "Oh no not again" was all Luke said, He'd seen this type of thing before and usually it ended up with him loosing more money.

[Aerozord]

His eye began to twitch at the mans obvious attempt to get him involved. He knew the others wouldn't let him get out of this. "Fine I'll save your butt, but if there isn't a meal after this I will be forced to kill you". With that he dropped down his chain. "You have no price on your heads, leave and no harm will come to you." Kon was never one to waste time on weaklings

[Tarrin]

Luke pulled his iron and held it at Alton's back, "Ok you filth, Just the mongrel i've been looking for" Luke kicked alton at the back of his knees hoping he'd fall to the ground.

"This guy is mine, got a good bounty on him ya see, Now get back to yar game boys before someone gets hurt" Luke moved the gun to sight the emerging group, Luke hoped he could bluff his way from this loosing more bullets was always a pain.