¿ªÔÆÌåÓý<Callie Carson>Callie observed Flynn's demonstration of power and was impressed. She'd only seen something like that once -- a year or two back in Cheyenne. But that was another story. Sicilien had drawn his guns, so Callie also stood, her pistols at ready, targeting the crowd surrounding them in the bar. There was a shot, but the redhead maintained her cool and did not shoot as one of the thugs fell at the Sicilien's feet. Callie saw the fear in the eyes of the other townsfolk and she knew that kind of fear could do two things -- send them running away with their tails tucked between their legs, or start them shooting. Cocking back both hammers, she studied the crowd, looking for the next one who wanted to eat some lead. One of the men facing them, a big, curly-headed turd she'd heard called Jethro, stood with a shotgun half-raised and glared at the group with Callie. "This ain't natural!" he yammered, looking over at Flynn. "It's the devil's work! That's what it is!" Callie cocked a grin next, "I'd reckon you're right, Jethro. Now take your friends and get! Before someone stirs up the devil himself and he comes for a reckoning." ? She had one pistol trained on Jethro, pointed right between his eyes, while the other panned across the left side of the crowd... (New- Belligerent Townsfolk, Sheriff Miller, etc.) The restaurant, already crowded, became more-so as people flooded in from the bar next door to see who was shooting. As if to add to the commotion Sheriff Miller entered from outside, shaking the dust from his clothes. "What in tarnation is goin' on here?" he bellowed. Before anyone could answer, from the other door, a stablehand rushed in and yelled, "somebody done kilt that crazy ol' prospector! I just found him murdered!" The crowd swelled towards the five outsiders. Sheriff Miller drew his pistol and shot a round into the ceiling. "I'll have order! I'll shoot the next sumbitch that steps outta line!" From somewhere in the back an empty bottle sailed over the crowd and struck the sheriff in the head. Sheriff Milled staggered and fell to the floor. "They murdered ol' Dan," somebody yelled, and the crowd swelled again. This time they ignored their sheriff and rushed the five strangers. (Flynn) The pookah watched impassively as Sicilien shot one surly ranch-hand down and Callie drew and pointed her pistols on another, the wild-eyed one with the shotgun shouting about "the devil's work".? And then Sheriff Miller came in, trying to impose order before getting knocked senseless by a thrown bottle to the head. ? Well now that's done it, thought the pookah, stepping quickly to move between the staggered sheriff and the advancing mob.? If it's the devil they want, it'll be the devil they get, he thought as he cast a glamour over himself and the room. ? Suddenly the light in the room began to dim, even as the pookah's eyes began to glow a bright blood-red and flames snorted menacingly from his nostrils.? It was all illusion of course, but his hooves were real enough when he reared up and struck the shotgun from the one called Jethro's hands with his forelegs.? Then reared and struck again, this time coming down hard on the man's chest, crumpling him to the floor. Tag - Chase, Etienne, Charity (jumping as she sees fit other), Sicilien, Callie Carson, Flynn |
