Hoshī no Gunman! [ Not Accepting / Started / IC ]

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[center][size="7"][b]Hoshī no Gunman![/b][/size]
[size="5"][b]CHAPTER 1: IGNITION[/b][/size][/center]


[center][i]"As I stood upon that small hill and looked down at the never-ending, expanse of open space, I thought of myself as a little kid again in the city. I remember my time in the city well, and I remember a certain man well. He told me about the lands of the Great West Plain. He told me of vast open space filled with danger and risks. Of the little gains that only a desperate person would seek out in those plains. Of the savage people who will eat you alive if they ever found you roaming those desolate plains. Of how a person must be armed with over a dozen guns and skills of Gunspells to survive a night there. I looked at the man and said, 'Open space? Freedom? Adventure? Sounds like my kind of place.'"[/i] - "Wild Bill" Dallin, the first King of Gunmen[/center]


The dust blew across the small town quite calmly. The setting sun brought upon a beautiful orange light that bathed the little town in glowing splendor. The town was silent, yet everywhere you look, you can see people looking out of the windows of the buildings they were in. At the local saloon, groups of gunmen gathered in awe as they waited for a duel between two individuals. The first individual had a calm look on his face. Though he is young, this individual may just be the greatest gunman (presently) alive. A single scar on his left cheek could be seen, but his eyes were covered by the rim of his hat. He held a confident smile, one that can tell you who will be the victor of this duel. With his hands near his trusty revolvers, the young man was ready to put an end to this duel as fast as it starts.

Facing him from a distance away was a man of about above average height. His face showed tiny signs of nervousness and hesitation, though he fights to keep his cool. A single sweat drop could be seen running down the side of the man's face. Many thoughts are probably running through the man's mind which may lead to his downfall. In a duel between two gunmen, there is but one guideline that should be followed diligently, and that is to focus on the duel and nothing else. It is the deciding factor between life or death. Finally, the time has come to begin the duel.

The hesitant man began to speak. "1.... 2.... 3.... DRAW!" the man said as he drew his revolver and shot a single bullet towards his opponent. His opponent, with such ease, dodged the single bullet and fired one of his own directly towards the hesitant man's chest. The spectators gasp out of awe as the bullet was fired, then, silence. In a single moment, everything stood still as if time has paused. Then, in an instant, the hesitant man fell face-first to the dirt ground, dead. The young man who shot him dead lift up the rim of his hat with one finger, revealing his jade-colored eyes. Suddenly, a large group of spectators gathered around the young man in applause.

The young man had just rid their town of an evil gang leader who had held the towns people in oppression for years. But in just one day, a young hero came to their town and saved them. A young girl walked through the crowd towards the young man, her eyes gleaming with tears of joy. "Thank you stranger. Without you, this town would've been destroyed by that man." the young girl proclaimed. The young man smiled and began to spoke. "Heh, I was just passing along and decided to help. There's no need to thank me." the young man responded. The girl then responded with a kiss to his cheek, making the young man blush a little. "Well that was a bit unexpected hehe." the young man said.

Suddenly, everyone froze in their place except for the young man and the young girl beside him. "Hey Kid! Hey Kid!" the girl yelled at the young man in an masculine voice. Suddenly, the young man awoke on a large wagon holding hay. "Hey Kid wake up!" a man in his forties yelled from the front of the wagon. "Huh, what's going on?" the young man asked. "We're almost at West Town. And boy, did you have a weird dream. You were talking a lot of nonsense to yourself you know that?" the man asked. "I-I did? Ah jeez...." the young boy said before sitting up in the wagon.

Soon, the wagon had finally rode into West Town, one of the towns that's near the edge of the Great West Plains. The young man got off of the wagon and took his luggage. "Thanks a lot for the ride Mister, and thank you too Mr. Horse." the young man said as he patted the horse. "Hey, Kid, you know this place is dangerous right. You're now officially in gunmen country. You need to watch yourself alright." the man warned. "Heh, don't worry, I'm a gunman myself." the young man responded. "You, a gunman? It's rare to see such young gunmen around these parts. You got guts Kid I'll give you that, but make sure to watch yourself. By the way Kid, what's yer name?" the man asked.

"Me? I'm Flint Atlus, the next great gunman." Flint responded with a confident smile. "Heh, Flint Atlus huh? I'll remember that name. Well good luck." the man said before riding off, leaving Flint there at the entrance to West Town. Flint then turned his attention forward. West Town is a pretty small town with buildings on the left and right side lined up in two rows. "Alright, it's off to the saloon for a drink and some food!" Flint exclaimed, catching the attention of several towns people walking along.

((Sorry for the long post, but it is the opening post ))

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael Baxter wasn't too different from most other gunman. Well except for his young age, fighting style, and the fact that he wasn't up for story telling like alot of the older gunmen, and all the odd jobs he does. In fact he had just finished doing an odd job. He laid down,sweating in the shadows casted from the small gleaming white house he had managed to finish painting only a few minutes before. His jacket and belt lay only a few feet away from him. It had gotten to hot to keep it on. "F-finally done."

There had been no bounties on the town's bulletin board that day so he was forced to find some random odd job to make some money and get him some food. After that last envelope of money he sent to his mother and sister and that extra ammunition he bought had sucked him dry. Luckily there was a job posted to help an old man paint the house. Long story short the old man couldn't handle the heat after a few minutes and he had to finsh by himself. Two whole coats too. Good thing the house was small otherwise the hot sun would be his grave and the paint can his gravestone.

The old man came out of the house and looked at Michael laying on his back. He then circled around the house twice and stood next to Michael. "Well done young'n. You made quick work of my house." The old man looked at the jacket and belt. As the old man handed Michael some money he said, "So you're a gunman, huh? Aren't you a little to young to be a gunman? And why so many guns? Most gunmen only have one. A revolver to be precise. Yet I see that belt of yours hold three and one of them is a pistol."

Michael stood up facing the old man. He graciously took the money. "If only I had a gun with me in my mother's womb then maybe I'd already be king. I have my reasons for three guns and I don't care to say why." Michael picked up his jacket and belt and put them on. The old man was persistant. He asked one more question. "Well, what's your name then?" Michael turned to the old man and gave a light smile. "Old man you ask too many questions but if you're willing to wait then you'll find out when I'm king." The old man laughed as Michael walked off into the town.

As Michael walked through the town looking for whatever job he could get now his stomach growled. "Damn I'm hungry. Well hard work in the hot as h*** sun does that to somebody. I wonder if there's a place I can get some damn grub."

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((NoBeginning, you don't need to censor the word hell lol))

Flint walked through town, checking out some of the local shops along the way. The towns people looked at him as he walked pass them. It wasn't because of his strangely-colored hair or the fact that he is carrying around two revolvers. The reason why they were staring at him was because of Flint's amazing capacity to withstand the high temperatures. Flint walked with a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong, while other people are sweating and their faces seem tired. "Hey, a gun shop! I can finally reload on some bullets. Heh, too bad I had to waste bullets hunting or else I could save up money." Flint said to himself as he reminisced about two days ago where he wasted a lot of bullets trying to capture a rabbit.

Walking into the gun shop, the shopkeeper blinked as he saw the young man. "Hey Kid, what are you doing in this here gun shop? Shouldn't you be a home helping your folks or something?" the shopkeeper asked. "Huh me?" Flint asked cluelessly while pointing to himself. "Yeah you. You see any other kid in here, or for that matter, you see anybody else in here besides me?" the shopkeeper answered, a sweat drop could be seen on his forehead as to how clueless Flint seemed. "Oh yeah that's right hehe. Anyways, I'm not just some ordinary kid, I'm a gunman for hire." Flint explained while smiling widely and pointing to himself with his thumb.

"You're a gunman?!" the shopkeeper started with a really suprised look on his face. "Yep! Huh, that's so odd. It's like nobody here has seen a young gunman before. People here need to get out more." Flint said. "Hehehe, well I'll be damned, you're a gunman. Sorry Kid, West Town hasn't really been a popular place where young gunmen come to find jobs. No, no, they rather choose to go to Silver Town where life is much easier for them. I gotta say Kid you got guts you know that. Everybody knows this place is the local hang out for the infamous "Black" Buck Ford who's got a 30,000 daploon reward on his head." the shopkeeper explained. "'Black' Buck Ford huh....? Nope, doesn't ring a bell." Flint said casually, causing the shopkeeper to fall to the ground comically out of Flint's cluelessness.

"Y-You serious?! You've never heard of a guy like 'Black' Buck Ford?! He's highly wanted around these here parts, and he's decided to make this place his local hangout spot 'cause the sheriff here is a total yellow belly." the shopkeeper explained. "Wow, this 'Black' Buckwheat guy seems pretty dangerous. Maybe I should have a talk with him." Flint suggested. "It's Buck FORD, and if you're looking to get yourself kill then go on ahead and talk to the damn madman." the shopkeeper responded. "Alright then it's settled! I'll go find this Buck Saddle guy and have a talk with him to smooth things out! See ya Old-Timer!" Flint exclaimed before running out the door. "W-Wait Kid, are you crazy?! Oh man, I shouldn't have said anything. Huh, by the way, why did he even go into this store for?" the shopkeeper asked.

((Daploon is the currency in this RP, the plural form is daploons.))

[Hotaru987]

One by one every one in the small town stopped what they were doing to watch what was going on. It was a strange sight to see, and definantely not one the town's folk expected when the small Gunman visited their town. Slowly strutting - that's what it appeared anyhow - down the street were three figures. Two of which were tied together, and being pulled by the third. Who just so happened to be the Gunman that entered their twon only two days before. The gunman easily pulled the two men, though seemed to take extra care to have them drag slowly and painfully into the dirt. Those who saw the Gunman's face would see a dark haired, young male with a bored expression on his face; one hand in his pants pocket and the other holding onto the rope over his shoulder, which connected to the men behind him.

Unfortunately for the young girls in the town, whom openly looked at the Gunman with flushed expression, this Gunman was in more technical terms, a Gunwoman. Katie Rockwell was her name, but she wasn't about to tell them she was a - well a girl. It always brought complications. Complications that she didn't need nor have the time for. Another name she was commonly known by was "Red Bullet". Given to her after her signature gunspell which turned her bullets a brillant hue of red. Though everyone who heard the name would instantly come up with the name Kai. Why? Well, that's the name Katie gives to everyone.

To the world she is a young, male gunman name Kai. And for the moment she would rather keep it that way. Finally her destination was within sights. A sigh almost pulled from her lips. It was hard dragging the two all the way through town. Who were they you ask? Well those two are Jin, and Mark wanted for the raping and murder of four local towns women. The bounty on their heads were a mere 6,000 daploons, but then again it was a small town. And at the moment Katie couldn't afford to be picky with the jobs. In fact she could hardly afford much at the moment.

The door of the sherif's department was opened, and Katie entered, gathering the attention of the sherif and a young girl he was previously in conversation with. Katie recognized her as the Sherif's daughter, having seen her the first day she came to the establishment. Upon seeing the persumed male Gunman, the young girl blushed, while the Sheif looked at the Gunman with surprise. "You caught them already?" Katie wanted to roll her eyes but resisted the urge. Instead she said, "If I hadn't caught them then I wouldn't be here." Her voice, which she had changed to match her outward appearance, had slightly deepened to mimic a male, but still a light touch. After years of perfecting her disguise it would be hard to see through it.

"I have other things to attend to. So if you can give me my pay, then I will be on my way." Katie was dying for a good meal, and would probably blow most of the money of food and gambling at the pub. It was a guilty pleasure. One that she was not about to give up anytime soon. She blinked, coming from her stupor, to find one of her arms being held onto by the young girl. It was strange to say the least, but Katie didn't say or do anything. That made the girl hold on tighter and giggle. "Do you have to leave so soon? Why don't you stay the night at our place?" She almost wanted to laugh. If only this girl knew she wasn't a man. "I mean it's the least we could do after you captured those bad men."

Katie pretended to think about it before smiling, causing the girl to blush even more. "I would want nothing more than to spend the night with you mi'lady." If possible she turned redder at the double meaning behind the words. "Sadly I must decline. You see I have another costomer waiting and I wouldn't want to keep him waiting." The young woman pouted - quite cutely even Katie admitted - but removed herself from the Gunman's arm, apparently buying the excuse. "Fine, but next time you are here in the town you will stay with us. I will not have the man who brought these low lifes to justice sleeping in a hotel." Her father, the sherif, was speechless the entire time. Guess he didn't want to get on her daughter's bad side.

Katie sighed inwardly. This woman was so darn persistant. "If you insist mi'lady. But now I really must take my leave." She retrived the pay for capturing the two outlaws and made her way to the nearest pub. This was proving to be a very productive day. Now lets go suck the loser dry of their weekly savings.

[.:Blu:.]

Walking outside, Flint noticed an individual carrying two men into the sheriff's building. "Huh, outlaws? Heh, maybe they'll know something about Buck Wagon!" Flint said as he was about to go to the sheriff's building. However, before Flint could walk another step, a loud grumbling sound could be heard. It emanated from Flint's stomach. "Ehh maybe I should go get something to eat first...." Flint said. Later, Flint arrived at the local saloon where the gunman that travels through this town relax at. Opening the door, a barrage of eyes were turned to Flint. The once rowdy and boisterous crowd then became silent as their gaze were fixated on the young man.

Flint still had his large smile on his face. "Well howdy there folks!" Flint exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. "Hey Fred, this Kid ain't right. He's not phased by us staring at him." a gunman whispered to another gunamn. "Alright everybody, nothing to watch, he's just some Kid. Free drinks on the house!" the old bartender proclaimed which caused everybody to cheer. The atmosphere was once again became rowdy and boisterous. "Wow, what a hardy crowd." Flint said with a smile before walking to the bar. "Hi there bartender!" Flint exclaimed.

"Hey Kid, shouldn't you be somewhere else? This is a saloon, it's not for children." the bartender said. "Oh, don't worry, I'm a gunman for hire, and I'm here to get something to eat." Flint explained. "I see, so you're a gunman. Well what would you like to have?" the bartender asked. "Hmm, let me see...." Flint's thoughts now shifted to food. It didn't took long for Flint to think about what he was going to eat. Moments later, the bar counter was filled with twelve plates of steak. "A-Are you sure you can really finish all of this Kid?" the bartender asked. "Of course, and I have the money to pay for it so don't worry." Flint smiled.

Five minutes passed by and Flint was already on his second to last steak. The bartender was shocked at Flint's appetite. "(This kid ain't human.)" the bartender thought to himself seeing how ferocious Flint was at eating. Finally Flint was done with his twelve plates of steak. "Ahhh, that hit the spot. So how much?" Flint asked with a satisfied tone and a big belly. "180 daploons. I gotta say Kid, that was unreal. Even a mountain lion wouldn't eat that much." the bartender commented. "Heh thanks." Flint responded. "That wasn't a compliment." the bartender replied though Flint still had a smile on his face.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael had managed to get some food and drink at the local saloon. He was happy that the food was not only delicious but also very cheap and came out so quickly. Though some place with crappy slow expensive food wouldn't really last very long in this world where not many people had to much money or time. Now he was just standing outside the restaurant counting his remaining daploons. "Let's see...that's 360 daploons still remaining. I think that old man gave me some extra or maybe he's just senial. Oh well. The more the merrier I always say but it's still not that much."

Michael took a piece of folded paper out of his pocket. After doing some work unfolding it the piece of paper revealed itself to be a map. "So let's see...I'm in Brass Town right now...I wonder if there's anywhere nearby where I can make some money." He looked around to see if there was anybody nearby who could give him the information he needed. A middle aged woman just walked out of the saloon he was just in holding onto the ear of a man around her age. She was yelling at him about a drinking problem and about other habits that seemed to revolve around prostitution. It would be best not to bother the two.

He was still standing there looking for somebody to help him when he heard some odd noises coming from the alley. Well they weren't exactly odd in the west since it was a common occurence. What sounded like a young lady was yelling help and nobody else seemed to care. He sighed as he put the map into his pocket and walked over to the sight. A young woman who looked a little younger than him and wearing skanky clothing was being harassed by three other men, presumably mid to late 30s. One of them was holding the girl and another was innapropriatly touching her. The third was focused on anybody that might come in and try and be a hero. He looked at Michael and laughed. "Don't worry about us kid. Just run home to your mommy. No need to get hurt trying to play hero." The girl looked at me with fear in her eyes. I wasn't going to let this happen.

"I'm not interested in being a hero. However I am interested in beating the s*** out of morons." The man rushed at him ready to punch. Michael sighed as he stepped out of the way at the last second leaving my foot there to trip him. He fell for it landing face first into the dirt. His friends' attention were on him. The one that was touching her was now the one to come. As the first one that came after him was getting up he found his friend slamming onto him. Michael had managed to flip him over onto the guy. The girl seemed to root me on and the guy slapped her making her shut up. Michael ran up to him, grabbed his collar, and slammed his forehead against the man's. "That's how I roll bit-Oh God That Freaking Hurt!"

I grabbed my forehead in pain. "That'll leave a mark." The girl grabbed my collar and what I thought for a second might have been a kiss was a cold slap across the face. She was pissed. "What The Hell Do You Think You're Doing Beating Up My Customers?!?!?!" I looked back at her just as pissed. "What do you mean customers? That looked like full on rape!" She laughed a bit. "Some people have those kinds of fetishes." Michael slammed his palm onto his forehead in a facepalm manner although it hurt like hell because of the headbutt he had done only a minute before. She wasn't cheering [i]him[/i] on. She was cheering [i]them[/i] on. Still pissed she said, "Now how are you going to pay me back?"

"I'll be your customer then. But not for the same services that these guys were going to get." Michael took the map out of my pocket and showed it to her. "Where's the best place for a gunman to make money?" She smiled and laughed at how easy a job this was going to be. She pointed to a spot on the map that said Silver Town. "Silver Town. I don't know why you didn't already know that. Well you do seem like a dumbs***." Michael smiled as he said, "I don't think a prostitute should be the one handing out names." She was quiet for a bit until saying, "That'll be 300." I took the money out of my pocket and handed it to her. "That's a lot for somebody who didn't do a very good job." Michael walked off not looking back and not hearing anything from the prostitute. He was now off torwards Silver Town."

[Hotaru987]

"So lad 'ow long you been a Gunman?" Katie found herself at one of the tables in the local pub with three other gunman. All three of them had seemed know eachother as they all had a horseshoe either tatooed or branded onto the back of their hand. Upon her entering they had instantly asked her, the infamos "Red bullet", to play a game of cards. To which she readily agreed. "Only about six years gents." Katie replied sweeping bordly of her cards then looked at her three opponents. After playing against them four times she had some information on them. The biggest one always licked his lips three times when he had a good hand. The smallest man would would always scratch his left ear at a good hand, while the one with the mohawk bite the inside of his jaw. At the moment it seemed only Mr. Mohawk had a good hand.

"So what brings the Red bullet to our town?" The biggest guy said. Mr. Mohawk answered with a laugh, "Bet it's to sleep with the sherif's daughter! She's one of the hottest girls here!" Katie gave a secritive smirk, "Who knows." The three men when silent before suddenly leaning across the table.

"So did you!?!"

Katie blinked surprised by the abrupt intrusion of her personal space, then coughed into her fist. "Even if I did, to disclose such information to others would be a tarnish to the young woman's good name." The men stared at the youngest Gunman with looks of "Are-you-serious!?", but in the end moved back into their seats grumbling something incoherant. "Let's just return to the game at hand gents. I have an inkling that I will be victorious." Katie smirked. It was then that the bar door opened again and another kid entered the pub. Everyone's eyes was on him - Katie thought that was kind of weird - and because of that she assumed him to be a traveler just like her. He was around the same age as her as well.

The bartender was the one who righted the atmosphere in the pub and everyone returned to what they were doing before. "Wonder who the kid is." Mr. Mohawk said as the other two put down their cards in defeat. "Don't know, don't care." Red Bullet mumbled before laying her cards down. "Three of a Kind." We all looked at Mr. Mohawk waiting for his play. She noticed his jaw tightened and she smirked. "Looks like I win again gents." Katie chuckled taking her winnings. She managed to change her 6,000 daploons into 7,000 in just five games. "I'm gonna take my leave now if you don't mind." They grumbled their agreements having lost enough money to a single kid.

Katie moved over to the counter, three seats from the boy with the large appitite. She waved for the bartender, "If the young man hadn't cleaned you of your stakes I'd like to order two please." The bartender laughed at the joke but assured that there were more, before leaving her for the time being.

[.:Blu:.]

Flint opened one eye and looked at the young girl three seats away from him. Of course, Flint didn't know that she is a girl. In fact, Flint wouldn't even know her if she told him her nickname. Flint sat up on his seat and looked at her before saying something. "Hey, aren't you that person that took two outlaws into the sheriff's building? Yeah, yeah, that's it. You're that person from before." Flint said. Flint then took a seat next to her. "Hey you look about my age. You're a gunamn too huh? Well, it's nice to finally see someone that's my age around here! The name's Flint Atlus, nice to meet ya." Flint introduced himself with a smile.

Flint placed one of his revolvers onto the table. In the Wild West, showing one of your guns to another gunman is a sign of friendship and respect. In the gunman you're showing your gun to does the same, then both are in agreement to be on good terms with each other. Flint is always a friendly guy, and he was now really excited to meet another young gunman.

[Hotaru987]

While waiting for her food the boy - who could probably eat the richest man out of house and home - closed the distance between the two. He began talking and asking questions, but Katie didn't get the chance to answer or reply to anything he said. He was going a mile a minute, so she just chose to wait until he either stopped or ran out of air. He ended with his name - and surprising her even more - placing his gun on the table. She was gazing at him through the corner of her eyes trying to gauge him. Though with that smile on his face it was hard to believe that he had wicked intentions. His eyes were too sincere and after a while she closed her eyes smirking. "It's nice to meet you. The name is Kai." While speaking she pulled out her revolver, showcasing the customized weapon.

"I suppose it is a rare occurance that Gunmen as young as us exsist." Katie said slowly. "It's a dangerous profession."

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Thanks to that bastard prostitute Michael was left with only 60 daploons left. It was hardly enough to afford a carraige ride. It was just lucky for him that Brass Town wasn't too far away from Silver town and that by now he was used to having to walk from town to town in the boiling heat. Most people who had to do that would have been dead or the luckty few insane. He walked into the town with his jacket wrapped around his head and sweating like a pig. He dropped the empty cantine he had bought with his remaining money and with it him too.

A large middle aged man chuckled a bit and walked over to the helpless boy laying their on the ground. "With that hat of yours it looks like you're planning on becoming the town fool." The man laughed at his own joke as he crouched down to get a better look at the boy. Michael didn't appreciate the response but was too tired to get up. "With that laugh of yours it sounds like you already are." The man laughed at Michael's comment. "You're still breathing. That's a good thing." He grabbed the back of Michael's collar and brought him up to his feet.

The man gave Michael a canteen. "Drink up boy. Otherwise you'll die." Michael reluctantly took a sip which soon turned into large gulps. In no time the canteen was emptied and he handed it back to the man. "Thanks. I owe you one." The man laughed again. "There's nothing you can do for me." The man looked down to see the guns on Michael's belt. "Well those are pretty nice and you already have enough so why don't I take one off of your han-" The man stopped when the black revolver was only a few inches from his neck. "That's enough jokes." The man gulped. "You're pretty damn fast but still inexperienced. My gun is up to your stomach. If I pull the trigger you'll most likely be dead. The stomach acids will destroy your insides." What the man was saying was true and Michael knew it yet he was the laughing this time. "I could say the same to you fool. I have another gun pointed at your crotch."

There was a crowd gathering around the two. They wanted to see somebody or hopefully both kill eachother. When the two put their guns away and shook hands the disappointed crowd left. "How's about I treat you to some grub." Michael only nodded and they were off to the saloon. It had been a while since he was able to get the really good stuff so he ordered two large steaks and the other man had ordered four. "So what's your name kid? Mine's Isaac. Doesn't really fit a big guy like me though does it?" Isaac laughed at his joke. "My name is Michael Baxter." He then took another bite out of his steak. "The name sounds familiar. Maybe it was the name of my dentist. Oh well."

The man kept telling his jokes and laughing at them until a group of gunman walked in. They were loud and you could hear their conversation from across the saloon. "Did you hear? They raised the bounty on Harvey Wolfe." It seemed the men were a bit drunk but this was something Michael wanted to hear. "We know dips***. We were there with you when you saw the wanted poster. And it was only 30 seconds ago. It's right outside the saloon."

Michael had to check it out. He raced out and looked by the entrance. It was a wanted poster for a man named Harvey Wolfe alright. He took the wanted poster and showed it to Isaac. "What do you know about this guy?" Isaac was silent for a little bit. "The man killed a family of six. Good family too. None of them deserved it." Michael was a bit annoyed. "I'm not interested in the past." Michael pulled out his map. "Do you know where I can find him?" Isaac sighed and pointed at a region in the desert. "Rumor has it he's there. To go after him is suicide. Not only because of the desert but also because he isn't weak." Michael put the map back in his pocket. As he left he said, "What you call suicide is what I call fun."

Michael ran to the town's fountain. He refilled his canteen and did a quick checkup on his guns. "The conditions are perfect for a nice slaughter..." He ran out of Silver Town torwards the place Isaac had told him to go to.

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((@NoBeginning, whoa, prostitue, don't overdo it, also don't overdo the cussing either))

"Kai huh? Well it's nice to meet ya Kai." Flint smiled. "That's a really nice revolver you got there. As for me, I have another revolver, making my weapon total two." Flint said as he took his revolver and placed it back in its holster. Hearing Katie's statement about young gunmen being rare, Flint nodded in agreement. "Well isn't that the truth." Flint responded. "About earlier when you brought those two outlaws to the sheriff's building, do you think that they may know anything about some guy named, uhh, what was his name again." Flint placed his hand onto the back on his head. He was trying his best to remember the name of the gunman he is looking for. Suddenly, Flint thought of the name. "Oh right, I remember now, his name is 'Black' Buck Forge." Flint finally said.

[Hotaru987]

"Thanks." Katie said to his compliment on her revolver. "This perticular one is very special to me." To right it was. Though it was costumized, it was the very first gun that she was given, curtesy of the man who murdered her parents. And when the day come that she finds him, this will be the very gun that will take his life. Unknown to her, her blue eyes turned hard with anger and rage, but Katie was quick to catch herself. Just in time to hear Flint's question about the two people she captured not 30 minutes ago. When she heard the reason behind the question her eyes widened in surprise. "You're really going after him then." She said after a while.

Katie thought for a while putting away her own gun. "I suppose they may know something about Black. It wouldn't hurt to ask them what they know." She said just as her two plates arrived. "Finally." As she started to eat she said, "If you plan on speaking to the two I wish you luck. You're going to need a lot if you plan on going after Black."

[.:Blu:.]

"Hehe, thanks Kai. I know Lady Luck will be on my side. I'll see you later. Time for me to go pay a visit to those two outlaws." Flint said as he got off the stool and energetically ran out of the saloon. Going on, Flint ran towards the sheriff's building. Flint had a confidence smile on his face because he knew if he is able to take down a guy like Black, his reputation will definitely increase and he'll be able to save this town from an outlaw. Running towards the sheriff's building, time seemed to slow for a moment as Flint ran passed a man wearing a black hat and a large black robe. The man was walking in a different direction than Flint. It seems as though the man is heading towards the saloon. As time seemed to return to normal again, Flint continued towards the sheriff's building.

The other man who passed Flint then entered into the saloon. Finally arriving at the sheriff's building, Flint entered to see one jail cell in the background with the two men who Katie brought earlier. "There they are." Flint said as he walked towards the cell, but was interrupted by the sheriff. "No hold up boy, what do you think you're doing?" the sheriff asked. "Huh, oh you must be the sheriff. I'm here to talk to those two guys in the cell." Flint answered bluntly. "Whoa, whoa, hey there. You just can't go talk to dangerous outlaws all willy-nilly like that." the sheriff warned.

"They're behind bars, and even if they aren't, I can handle myself, I'm a gunman." Flint said. "You, a gunman, yeah right Kid. Now just leave." the sheriff responded. "Jeez, what's the matter with you people. I'm a gunman! Kai is a young gunman and you didn't say anything against him being here." Flint complained. "What, you know Kai?" the sheriff asked. Flint's ranting also caught the attention of the sheriff's daughter who quickly rushed up to him. "You know Kai?" the sheriff's daughter asked, her face lit up by the mere mention of the name "Kai". "Yeah, I know him. We met just awhile ago in the saloon, but enough about that, I need to talk to those two in the back." Flint repeated.

"Does Kai, well, ever mention anything about me?" the sheriff's daughter asked hesitantly while blushing and looking away. "What? No! I barely met him! Jeez you people are giving me a major headache ahh!" Flint exclaimed as his face turned red and a little bit of fire comically shot out from his mouth, causing the sheriff and his daughter to become a bit nervous. "Alright then Kid, go ahead." the sheriff finally said. "Finally!" Flint exclaimed as he ran towards the two in the cell. "Hey you two!" Flint called. "What the hell do you want Kid? It's already bad enough that we had to deal with some snot-nose brat that got lucky, but now another brat shows up. Just some luck...." Jin said.

"Hey tell me something," Flint began as he grabbed Jin's shirt collar and pulled towards the cell bars. "Do you know the location of 'Black' Buck Fort?" Flint asked. "It's FORD, and how should we know. By the way, why are you looking for our boss?" Jin asked. "So he's your boss huh? If he's your boss then that should mean you know where your gang's hideout is at? So talk." Flint said. "Humph, like I'm gonna tell you anything. We don't rat out people of our own especially not our boss ya got that you little brat." Jin proclaimed. Flint then let go of Jin's collar and walked off. "I guess there's nothing else I can do now, but find some answers in the saloon." Flint said as he walked out of the sheriff's building.

Within the saloon, everybody was quiet as they saw "Black" Buck Ford walking towards his table. He was in fact the man that walked passed Flint earlier. "Here's your seat boss." one gunman said as he dusted one of the seats. Black then sat down calmly. Everyone was frozen in their place when they saw "Black" Buck Ford walking in. "Everybody, get back to what you were doing. There's no need to be alarmed. Mr. Ford is a regular customer here." the bartender explained, causing everyone to return slightly to normal.

-Meanwhile-

Ou within the desert region near Silver Town, a man with dark grey hair tied into a ponytail had just shot down two soldiers of the West Republic Army. "Hehe, you fools thought you could be able to capture me?! HARVEY WOLFE!!!! Hahahaha!" Harvey exclaimed in crazed happiness. Harvey then walked north, following the sun. Harvey was now being heavily hunted down by the West Republic Army and town sheriffs due to the fact that he was almost caught during his last crime. Harvey knew he had to get going if he wants to escape from the numerous amount of people trying to capture him.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

OoC: Sorry sorry sorry. I've been playing to much Red Dead Redemption. And I think you have misunderstood what I said. He had gotten directions from one but she made him pay 300 daploons. I just don't want any confusion here.

IC:
Michael knew he wasn't far from Harvey when he heard the gunshots and the fact that he just screamed out his name for the whole world to hear. "Screaming out his name when he should be running for his life? He's the worst villain ever. Those 10,000 daploons are mine." He ran over to the source of the noise and hid behind a bush. He scoped out the area to see what exactly had just happened. There were two dead West Republic Army soldiers and a weirdo with a ponytail heading torwards the sun. "He took out those guys single handedly...I wonder if that'll increase his bounty. On another note: I guess he might be stronger than first anticipated." A creepy smirk ran across Michael's face. "This will be fun." He jumped out of the bush although he still had major distance from Harvey. "You know your head is worth the same dead or alive and a dead body doesn't squirm when I drag it through the desert." He reached for the silver revolver on his left side and for the pistol behind him. He needed to be be ready for anything although he stupidly left himself open to anything.

[Hotaru987]

Katie chuckled again as she watched Flint race out of the saloon with the excitement, and gusto she would expect a child to have. "How on earth did someone like him become a Gunman?" She silently mused to herself as she delved into her second stake. As she was taking the last bite the doors open again, and like before everyone faced the newcomer. Though this time fear and uneasiness filtered into the air enticing Katie to look behind her at the new guy. One glance and her eye's narrowed. To bad the kid had left earlier, because his target had just entered the building.

Slowly she turned back around, and both of her hands fell into her pockets. [i]For Black to come out in the open so often to be a regular at the saloon...He must be really confident that no one would think to challenge him[/i]. Katie thought as a smirk, and small chuckle was pulled from her. "Guess he's never met someone like Flint before." It would be interesting to see how Flint will react to seeing his target out in the open like that. "The cards have been delt....Now let's see who'll have the better hand. Black or Flint."

[.:Blu:.]

Black sat there rather calmly. Everybody tried to put up a tough face, but everyone was tensed and a bit scared for there life. Unlike most of the gunman here, Black is a user of Gunspells, but not just any Gunspells, Dark Gunspells, which energy-wise, is the polar opposite of regular energy Gunspells. What's more is that Black is known to use dirty tricks like kidnapping people and shooting people when they're not expecting it. A man like Black deserves to die for the crimes he have committed. However, in a small town like this, nobody was going to stand up to a man like Black. A young waitress carrying a tray of beer walked towards Black's table to deliver the drinks.

When she arrived, her hands were shaking and she was showing clear signs of fear and nervousness. "H-Here is your order gentlemen." the waitress hesitantly spoke. As she was about to set the tray down, her shaking caused the tray to fall and the beers to fall all over the table as well as on Black and his three men. The young waitress gasp as she saw the tray dropped. "I-I am so sorry." the young waitress appologized. Then, one of Black's men stood up and slapped the waitress across the face, causing her to fall to the floor crying. Suddenly, a young waiter with short dark orange hair ran towards the waitress and kneel down to her. "Are you okay Catherine? Please sirs, she's new at this job. It was a beginner's mistake. Please let it go." the waiter pleaded.

Black finally arose from his seat. He lifted the rim of his large black hat to reveal a menacing face adorned with a huge scar on his left eye. "You imbeciles! How dare you spill beer on me! 'Black' Buck Ford! You're tired of living eh? Well then allow me to put an end to your pathetic life!" Black shouted furiously as he took out his large revolver and pointed at Catherine, the waitress, and the waiter, Ron. The bartender quickly rushed towards Black and got onto his knees as well. "P-Please spare their lives Mr. Ford. Catherine is my son's fiance, I can't lose either of them." the bartender pleaded. "Too late to beg! You know that I have a bad temper, and you just made it worst!"

"Aww man, I'm getting out of here." one gunamn said as he left the saloon. "Hey wait for me." another gunman said as he followed out the door as well. "So, you're his fiance eh? Hehehe, well then, no need to fret my dear as your groom-to-be and your future father-in-law will both go with you to hell. Hahahaha!" Black sadistically laughed.

((Time for Katie, oops in this case Kai, to step up and say something huh?))

-Meanwhile-

Harvey stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the voice of a young man. Harvey had a frown on his face to show his utter dislike of being interrupted again. Harvey tilted his head slightly to see Michael reaching for his guns. "My, my, you pests don't know when to give up do you now?" Harvey said in an annoyed tone of voice. "Well, what is it this time? Bounty Hunter? WRA soldier? Or maybe just some fool that thinks he can get some money by trying to kill Harvey Wolfe?" Harvey said as he turned his full body around to face Michael. His eyes glared at Michael as if a predator was staring at his prey. This intimidation technique is known to be quite powerful and effective in lowering someone's guard. This technique is known widely as "Sheer Will" in reference to how the user utilizes the will power to induce fear, paralysis, and in some cases unconsciousness in the person that is being subjected to it.

"Hey you know what, I give." Harvey said rather casually as he took his revolver and put it onto the ground. Harvey then kicked it out of the way. "Maybe it is time that I give up and pay for my crimes. Go ahead, shoot me." Harvey said casually knowing that his Sheer Will technique is kicking in.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael thought it would be fair to answer the question of a man he was about to most likely kill. "Well to answer that I'm a bit of a mixture of both fool and bounty hunter. You seem to be a mixture of fool and murderer." Michael was surprised that Harvey had tossed his gun over to him. It felt odd. The man had already slaughtered at least eight people yet he stops with him. All Michael could really do though was play along. "Damn, why do you need to be so boring? Well I'm not going to take any chances so I'll just shoot you."

He tried grabbing his revolver but he just plain couldn't. His arm wouldn't move. In fact the only thing that seemed to be able to move was his head. "W-what the...? Why can't I move? What Did You Do?!" It didn't take a genius to figure out that Michael was paralyzed. He thought to himself, "Is this some sort of gunspell?" He looked down at the gun that had been tossed to him him. "Let me guess. A gunspell that causes paralysis in somebody other than the user." It was just a guess but it was all he had to work with. "You sneaky bastard."

[Hotaru987]

Katie remained silent as she listened to what was going on behind her. The shuffeling of feet told her that some of the customers were leaving. It made her both annoyed and angry at the fact that not one of the's so called men was going to stand up to Black. So what if he's the like the big cheese around here. He didn't have to be a right jerk about it. She saw the bartender leave her view, and his footsteps were hurried to get over to the scene. Not even his begging could swade Black from 'punishing' the waitress for having mistakenly spilled beer onto him. The hairs on the back of her neck stood and she knew he just drew his gun without looking. After waiting long enough for one of the other men to step up she sighed and stood from her seat.

[i]Never send a man to do a woman's job.[/i] She joked to herself, as her left hand slipped from her poket and rested on the handle of her gun. Katie walked over to the three on the ground, her boot steps mixing in with the sadistic laughter of Black. Katie came to a stop right next to the kneeling bartender. "Yo!" She called out to the still laughing man. "Are you really so weak....That you have to bully those who can't even fight back?" She mocked. That would surely get the man's attention and hopefully his anger would focus on her instead of those defenceless people. "You three might want to leave." She was now speaking to the kneeling three. "Things might get a bit messy."

"So how about it big man? Got the guts to point that gun at me?" Boy was she really piling it up. She wasn't even sure she could beat this guy on her own, and here she was doing everything she could to bait him on. Even so....She couldn't and wouldn't sit by while other's were in danger. Not again. When her parents were killed she couldn't do anything, but now...She had a chance. Katie pulled out the revolver fully showing her challenging. "I really hate people like you. Who think that can do whatever they want simply because they have power." The whole time her body posture remained aloof, and her right hand remained in her pocket to be close to her second gun just in case she needed it.

[.:Blu:.]

((Super mega special awesome incredibly clean godly mighty fudge-covered whip cream long post!!!! Take your time to read and post if you have to.))

Seeing Katie mocking him, Black's anger level grew even more with a large vein popping up on his forehead. "What?!" Black asked in an angered tone. "Thank you very much, we are in your debt." the bartender said as he left quietly while Black was distracted by his rage and Black's men were distracted by trying to calm Black down. After Katie's barrage of insults, Black finally lost it, though his face showed comical anger. "You little BASTARD!!!! I'll kill you right now!!!!" Black shouted fiercely as he pointed the gun to Katie's head. "HA! You think you can shoot me in your position?! I have the upper hand literally!" Black mocked with a smile trying to regain some dignity.

Flint, with both hands in his pockets and a disappointed expression on his face, walked slowly through West Town. "Aww man, and I really thought I could find Buck Horn to do so good." Flint said as he gave a comical sigh. Then, two men, the gunmen who walked out of the bar, passed Flint. "Oh man, I'm glad we got out of there. Black seemed extremely mad." one of the gunmen said. "Yeah, I never thought being in the presence of 'Black" Buck Ford could be so terrifying." the other gunman proclaimed. Immediately, Flint stopped and listen to the two talk. Flint then ran in front of them. "Wait hold up! Did you said "Black" Buck Ford?" Flint asked.

"Yeah, so? What's it to you?" the gunman asked. "Where, is he? Tell me!" Flint asked eagerly. "Jeez Kid, I don't know what's it to you but if you want to die then be my guest. He's at the local salooooonnnnn!" Both gunmen comically began to spin in circles as Flint rushed passed them with such incredible speed that he could be compared to a tornado. "I can't believe it! He's at the saloon this whole time and no one even told me! Hold on, I'm cominnnngggg!!!!" Flint shouted comically as he continued to run at super high speed. He was running so fast that large amounts of dust kicked up from behind him covering some of the townspeople.

Even though Black tried to regain some composture and control of the situation, he was still so angry that he would erupt like a volcano. Black then cocked his revolver and stared at Katie with fierce eyes. "Yo Boss look out!" one of his men shouted, but Black seemed oblivious to everything around him. He was just focused on one thing and one thing only, killing Katie. "Haha, now you di-" A loud sound echoed through the saloon. And there, where Black was standing at, was Flint, whose feet were right on Black's face. The loud sound was the product of Flint jump kicking Black in the face with both feet. The kick caused Black to have a comical appearance as his right cheek was smushed in. The kick also pushed Black all the way through three tables.

"Sorry that I'm late folks!" Flint said with a confident smile. Flint then looked at Katie. "Hope you didn't have too much fun without me." Flint said with a wide, reassuring smile. "B-Boss, are you alright!" Black's men shouted as they ran over to him. Black sat up and held onto his head due to the fact that he was feeling rather dizzy. "Momma, I want the piggy-shaped pancakes please." Black said deliriously. "What are you saying Boss?" one of the men asked in a confused tone. Black then quickly regain his composture. "Arrg, which one of you snot-nose bastards kicked me?!" Black demanded an answer.

"Boss, it's the strangely-colored hair Kid over there!" one of Black's men answered. "Hey! My hair isn't that strangely-colored is it?!" Flint asked comically. "Why you litte- You little brats have annoyed me for the last time! You! The bastard who has the guts to kick me! I challenge you to a duel at sunset!" Black demanded. "Bring it on you oversized black-colored blueberry!" Flint responded with a comically angered face with a vein popping up on his forehead as well. "BLUEBERRY?! You're going to regret that you punk!!! Let's go! I have to prepare for sunset!" Black shouted as he walked out of the saloon along with his men.

After Black had left, everybody in the saloon cheered for Flint and Katie for their bravery. Flint looked around with a suprised expression. "Huh, well this is really a surprise." Flint said. The bartender, Catherine, and Ron walked over to Flint and Katie. "Thank you the both you. You really saved our skins today. We are eternally grateful." the bartender said. Flint smiled widely and placed both arms behind his head. "Hehe, it was nothing really." Flint said, trying to act modest but he was really enjoying the appreciation he was recieving.

-Meanwhile-

Hearing Michael's guess on what Harvey had done to him, Harvey began to laugh maniacally. "HeheheHAHAHAHA!!!!" Harvey laughed wildly while looking up into the air with both of his arms outward. "Well, what's the matter boy?! Why don't you shoot me, I'm standing right in front of you?! Hahahaha!" Harvey then began to calm down, but a maniacal smirk still lingers on his face. "By the way, your guess was close, but no dice.... Since you're about to die anyways, let me tell you what kind of power did I used on you. You see, what I used wasn't a gunspell at all. All I used, was my pure will power alone." Harvey paused, letting Michael take it all in.

"You see, I used a powerful intimidation technique on you called 'Sheer Will'. It's an extremely difficult technique to learn and virtually impossible to master. With this technique, I can subject a person to my powerful will that can cause fear and paralysis. In this case it induced paralysis into you, but it looks like you aren't very fearful. There are also some rare cases that a person's will power is so great, when they used this technique, it can cause people around them to become unconscious." Harvey explained.

"Now that I've explained everything clearly to you. It's about time that I kill you and get this over with." Harvey said as he walked over to his revolver and picked it up. Harvey then pointed his revolver at Michael's head. "Now, I hope you have fun in hell...." Harvey proclaimed with his maniacal smile.

((To break free of the paralysis, you must exert your own will power that's even more powerful than the will power that you have been subjected to. Harvey didn't tell you this for obvious reasons. A person like Michael should be able to figure it out.))

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

OoC: And yo think i was just going to trick him into letting me use Evoker to get out of it. Oh well. I thought this might also happen.

IC:
Michael kept the smile from inching across his face. He rthought to himself, "He's using his own will to paralyze me? I didn't even know something like that existed. So if he's using his own willpower then why don't I show him mine." Michael's arms began to twitch. "Like hell I'm going to die from the bullet of a worthless psychopath like you...and there's no way I'm going to lose to such a cheap move. I'll show you the will that only a foolish bounty hunter can have." Michael quickly pulled out his silver revolver and pointed it at Harveys gun. He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger but instead of a bullet a shockwave was emitted. As he did that he reached for his black revolver. All he needed was for Harvey to move his hand or to be moved and Michael could pistol whip him across the face. Unless of course Harvey shot first.

[Hotaru987]

[i]I'm so screwed.[/i] Whas the first thought that popped into her head when he turned his boiling rage towards her. If she was entirly truthful she thought it was kind of funny the way his veins stood out when he yelled. Though it was short lived when his gun was pointed straight to her face, but Katie was quick. Just as quickly, she had her gun raised pointing at Black as well. "You're not the only quick hand here buddy." She nodded to the bartender when he thanked her before moving out of the way with the other two.

"So we just gonna sit here making goo goo eyes at each other? Or are we gonna see who has the faster finger?" Katie's eyes narrowed at seeing him cock his gun; she did the same. This was going to be it. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure it would burst from her chest. Fortunately for her neither gun went off because the kid from earlier - Flint - shot through the door and jump kicked Black right in the face. She was so shocked that she continued staring at the spot where Black previously was until Flint spoke drawing her attention.

Katie released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, before smirking and putting away her revolver. "Better late then never, kid." With the help of his lackies, Black was soon on his feet again; demanding to know who kicked him. Katie instantly pointed at Flint. "It was him." She just avoided death, she didn't feel like taking a second chance at that. In the end Black left, but not before demanding that he and Flint have a duel at sunset. Once he was gone the three that she and Flint save began thanking them, and the entire saloon exploded in cheer.

Katie ignored them and turned to Flint. He seemed to be enjoying the saloon's attention. "I'm glad you came along when you did, kid. Though I could have handled him myself." Katie smirked before making her way out of the crowded saloon. "Good luck! If you need me I'll be at the Inn for a till tomorrow."

[Mysterium Tremendum]

Albin "The Devil" Hinderson.... currently one of the quickest rising outlaws in the Great West Plains. Currently, he sat in one of the few taverns that sat on the outskirts of Silver Town. Albin sat with creepily insane grin stretched across his face, he'd finally struck gold with his new latest scheme. While playing cards and robbing merchants and occasional travelers was fun and financially beneficial, it just didn't satisfy his vast greed. No, Albin wanted more gold and to be the richest he could get. To satiate his hunger, he'd come up with a new scheme that many would also deem him insane for and required nothing less than the amount of cruelty and insanity only he was capable of: Espionage and Human Trade. The Great West Republic didn't like gunmen and never would but Albin had roped them into it when he offered to personally sell them information and when they ordered it, ship captured persons to the republic for their needs and sometimes information if the republic asked for it. In the first few trips, Albin was nearly killed, but he'd found a nasty piece of info that the Republic would never want to become public knowledge. So the uneasy deal was sealed and Albin struck nearly rich.

He sat amongst 4 others at the table with several other bar patrons in one of the best taverns in Silver Town. The men laughed with red cheeks as they drank deeply of alcohol and continued the conversation they'd just been having while Albin sat with his signature grin stretched across his face and a mug of beer in front of him. "Do you remember the time we went on that raid on that small caravan in the south!?" Robert laughed. He wasn't one of the heaviest drinkers so he still spoke clearly. "Yeppers! I remember them, they ran and ran and ran, until I pull out me pistol and dey go bye bye.!" spoke Jake who took another deep swig from his mug. "Yeah, hee hee hee, it was so funny when the guy started running an hit his foot on one of the crates they been carryin!!" spoke Billy with his mug already raised. Albin raised an eyebrow at this statement, "But Billy, that was you. You were in charge of running off the caravan guards they'd hired and the one guy had a gun. While I took care of him, you ended up running like a chicken until you hit your foot and broke your knee on a crate of potatoes." Albin stated, causing Billy to raise an eyebrow, though his baldness helped make it look more comical, "Did I? That was me?" Billy pointed his finger at himself. "I don't recall ever doing such a thing." Albin kept his cold stare, clearly they weren't drunk enough to blow the scheme so it was ok to let them go on for now, the last thing he wanted was his newest money job to go down the toilet all because some baffoon was too drunk to know what he was saying. Albin resumed his signature grin and took a small drink from his mug.

[.:Blu:.]

"Uhh you know you can just call me Flint. I always thought that old people would be calling me Kid not people around my age." Flint said, scratching the back of his head. Flint smiled confidently to Katie. "Thanks, I'll need some luck. By the way, at sunset, I hope you get to catch the show." Flint said. "Oh hey Kid." the bartender called. "Huh what is it? Are you gonna give me a present? Haha, well you don't need to, I'm just happy to help." Flint said, rather full of himself. "Umm, actually I was going to say that the cost of the three tables you destroyed comes up to a total of 1,200 daploons." the bartender proclaimed. "WHAT???!!! THAT MUCH MONEY FOR THREE TABLES???!!!" Flint shouted. His voice was so loud that people on the outside of the saloon stopped and stare at the saloon out of surprise.

"Well Kid, you did destroy my tables, but since you did help us out, you don't need to pay us back until later alright?" the bartender said. "Aww alright, I'll pay you back when I turn in Buck Gale! Now time to get ready for sunset!" Flint exclaimed energetically. "You do know his name is Buck Ford right...." the bartender said. "Yeah that's what I said, Buck Fever." Flint responded. "Nevermind...." the bartender finally gave up. Flint then became rather serious and look at Katie. "Hey Kai, if I don't win, you'll have to take my place and beat Black. Will you promise me that?" Flint asked.

-Meanwhile-

Seeing Michael break free from the Sheer Will technique, Harvey's face became comically surprised. "W-W-W-What the!" Harvey shouted in surprise. When Michael shot his bullet, it became a large shockwave that was able to blast Harvey ten feet away, making his head stuck in the desert sand. A brief moment later, Harvey pulled his head out of the sand. Harvey then spit a load of sound out of his mouth and angrily pointed at Michael. "You punk, you'll pay for that!" Harvey shouted. "(Damn it, this kid knows how to use gunspells, and a pretty powerful one at that. I'm kinda feeling dizzy now damn it.)" Harvey thought to himself before standing up.

"Alright, you want to capture me huh? Well then you'll have to kill me first, and let me tell you that I'm not going to be easy to kill! Take this!" Harvey shouted. Harvey's revolver began to glow a bright silver color. "Wolf Dust!" Harvey then shot a bullet towards Michael. As the bullet was travelling towards Michael, it shattered into many pieces that combined with the wind to form a large blast of silver-colored wind heading towards Michael at high speed. The wind also contain sharp shards of the bullet that Harvey fired. If it directly hits Michael, it could shred him to pieces.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Harvey's attack was moving to fast and covered to large of a range for him to just normally dodge. Though what he would be able to do fast enough is use shockwave with his black revolver and use the recoil to get out of the way. The cooldown on his silver revolver's shockwave still wasn't up yet. He quickly took out his black revolver and pointed it away from his side. "Reinforce." The recoil was powerful and he didn't want the gun to break because of it. After he said that he pulled the trigger and was forced to the left. The wolf dust still managed to graze his arm though and the pain caused him to drop the black revolver. There was no more wasting time for complaining. He fired off two normal shots at Harvey with his revolver.

[.:Blu:.]

((I've added this battle into the Duel Records/Major Battles spoiler in the OOC, you're the first to have a major battle))

"(Damn, he has a gunspell that he can use to reinforce his weapons from breaking huh? This kid is good, but I'm better.)" Harvey thought to himself with a smile. "Hehe, hurts doesn't it kid?" Harvey asked, but his smile was wiped from his face when he saw two incoming bullets. Michael dodged the first bullet cleanly, but the second bullet grazed him on his arm. Blood began to drip to the ground. "Arrg, you little bastard! Take this!" Harvey's revolver began to glow silver again as Harvey was about to release another attack. "Wolf Fang!"

Harvey then shot out a single bullet towards Michael. The bullet was incredibly fast, and the spinning of the bullet was so great that a wind vortex formed around the bullet, creating the appearance of a large fang heading towards Michael. "(Hehe, my wind-based gunspells are powerful and fast. This is what happens when you go up against a seasoned gunman like me!)" Harvey thought with a maniacal grin. "Let's see how you stand up against this gunspell!" Harvey shouted.