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"W...welcome them?" Mitsu seemed hesitant but she followed Mot and Hel out after the cowboil beckoned her forward. She didn't want to be left behind after all.

Lee Van Cliff was poised in the middle of the street just in front of the clock tower as the group exited the general store. It was hard to say what he looked like outside of tall. The large poncho he wore shielded his form from view and the hat he wore covered his face much like Mot's did.

The scene was something like out of a western film where the hero was about to face off with the biggest baddest villain. Somehow in the short time they had been there it had gone from high noon to late evening, the fake sky now a light with oranges and yellows as the sun began to set. A small breeze picked up whipping a tumbleweed across the street and in the distance it sounded like a tune had started to play.

A grin cracked its way across Lee's face seeing the group of teens, a hand reaching up to push his hat up just enough for the lower part of his face to be seen. "All come to face me I see." He chuckled, something dark and menacing as his hands came down to throw his poncho back over his shoulders revealing a pair of pistols at his hips. "Let's dance partners." The last part almost came out as a hiss but Lee didn't draw his gun just yet. No he was waiting, he was confident that they wouldn't succeed.

The scenery.. mood... music...

Mot was in heaven.

The young gun tilted the brim of his hat up slightly, eyeing the distant figure with a lidded gaze. He smirked lightly at Hel's outburst, that smirk becoming a grin as he then let the hat slide back down.

Time to end this!

Mot fired a shot at Lee, but missed entirely.

At this point, Hel had let up on Mot, and wasn’t about to mock him for missing Lee with his shot. The valkyrie frowned as she was clipped in the arm by a bullet, glancing down to see her sleeve stain red, but looked startled when Mitsu got pelted in the stomach. That poor ghoul, it just wasn’t her day! “Hang in there, Mitsu!” Hel called out, feeling fueled to strike back, hard, and she did!

It just missed.

Hel scowled at her shot sailed right by Lee, and hit a tumbleweed instead…that exploded?

((1/2 Mitsu's shot, 3/4&5/6 aimed at Mot))

Mitsu let out a strange noise when being hit in the stomach and she bit her lower lip doing her best not to whimper and cry out. The sting was horrible though and she was sure if she looked down there would be a bruise on her stomach. It was because of the pain that when Mitsu took aim and fired she completely missed, the paintball bouncing off the ground and rolling somewhere off into the distance not even bursting open.

Lee's attention turned from the girl's to the reaper cowboil as he called him out. With a cruel sort of smile the man took aim. "As you wish." Too bad he didn't take the time to aim because both shots completely missed. Disappointing he would have to try again.

((Lee: 9/25
Hel: 9/12
Mitsu: 4/12
Mot: 12/12))

Mot stood unfazed as two paintballs whizzed right by him. The reaper simply smirked as Lee was hit hard by Hel's shot.

"Looks like it's the end of the line for you, partner." Mot spoke, grinning a toothy grin, and stepping forward a few paces. "Adios." Mot fired one last shot aimed at Lee's head.

Boom.

Headshot.

Hel could only stop and stare as the scene unfolded like the conclusion of an epic poem. The finale of an epic battle. It was Mot vs. Lee in almost like a sudden death…and Mot kept his cool as the bullets whizzed by, delivered an awesome line, and then delivered a powerful head shot to Lee. Even Hel had to admit.

That was pretty damn cool.

When it was clear the three of them came out as the victors though, there was one thing Hel had to do before she could sing Mot’s praises.

It was go time.

The reaper immediately zeroed in on the gnome dressed in a cowboil outfit, her eyes narrowing as she dropped her gun and lunged over to him. All the wise cracks, the doubt, the refusal to assist them, it was pay back! Hel pulled a steel plated boot back and delivered a punt that would have made a professional brute ball punter cry. “Booyakasha!” Hel snarled as she felt the satisfying weight of the gnome against her boot, and watched with immense glee and satisfaction as the gnome sped through the air faster than a paint ball bullet, and right smack dab onto one of the sides of the fake sky walls.

Jack damn, did she feel better!

The reaper spun on her heel now, grinning from ear to ear as she regarded Mot and Mitsu. Was Hel bipolar? Possibly. “Mot, that was an amazing shot!” She cheered loudly, now running over to the boil and grabbing him about the waist, twirling him once before setting him down. She then proceeded to do the same to Mitsu, before placing the lycan down and pumping her fists into the air. “Victory!”

Mitsu was wide eyed watching Jake the gnome go flying. It seemed as he hit the fake sky he slowly started to slide down the backdrop before he fell somewhere behind the buildings with a crash. He would be alright wouldn't he? Y..yeah he would be....fine.

It was because her attention was elsewhere that Mitsu had no idea of what Hel's intentions were and soon found herself being picked up and twirled. She let out a small squeak of surprise her arms clinging to the female reaper before she was finally set down on her own two feet again. It seemed she was in a bit of shock because it took her a moment to follow everyone's gesture. Slowly she raised her closed fist into the air, though not high. "V..Victory."

"Well, done. Simply well done," This time it was the Major and with him the townsfolk had gathered in town clapping with enthusiasm to add to the group's praise. "You three certainly know how to get a job done. We, the Town of Buzzard's Breath, would like to thank you." From his pocket the Mayor pulled out three stars not unlike the ones he had given them earlier but these said only Sheriff.

"If you will follow me this way," The demon smiled leading them back toward a store front. Inside it seemed to be a gift shop of sorts full of western gear, t-shirts, mugs, and the whole nine yards. There was even an area off to the side for taking pictures. "Feel free to pick a gift for a job well done. Miss Kitty will be waiting to take your picture."