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Brelk "Ok cool good job buddy. But Roderick how are you going to get down?"

"Roderick dont!...clear the area he's coming down!"

It took 3 hours and 100 men to catch the outlaw. Even from inside the encampment where the trap was set the outlaw carved a bloody path to an open area where they held thier ground until ammo ran dry and wounds got the better of them. From there a humiliating display of brutality is preformed. The survivors start removing the outlaws prosthetics and beating him to the ground for the slaying of thier people.

Once the outlaw is spitting up blood and unable to get back up on his own the bounty hunters pick them up and carry him to thier ship, leaving behind his tattered and iconic cowboy hat.

#brelk #mind dump #bit self indulgence

His memory is still shoddy but feeling the guns in his hands Grant a nice familiarity. Weighted to his memory. Both of a high quality combustion gunmaker. In this time of shields and lazers these guns still have a high damage output. People are coming in to the room, multiple entry points and little cover. He stays in the middle, letting his breathing calm as he just listens. He wonders to himself, he may not remember his skill but does his body?

They pour from the front entrance and are immediately pelted by a rain of bullets as Brelk starts quick shooting while straffeing to the left. Many fall and clog up the entryway giving brelk enough time to reload. As he does an upstairs door above opens up and go over to the railing thinking Brelk is still in the middle of the room. Hearing the clomping of boots on the floor above he will aim his left arm up and his right arm at the entry door then proceed to empty the cylinder on both crowds while moving backwards. The back door breaks open and more come to flood the room but now stick around the doorway to avoid any returned fire while one comes in fully to try and flush out Brelk.

He holsters his guns and will charge tackle the one that comes in through the door way to quickly shoot some lining the walls with the tacklee's gun before rolling over to use the others body as a shield from new gunfire. In this minor cover he is able to to reload then shoot back up into a sitting position to fire back able to take out the rest of the rear party and can no use some new cover to catch his breath as the entryway clears the original bodies to come in and the right side second floor opens up and takes aim at his cover and starts trying to destroy it with suppressing fire.

Brelk continues to catch his breath, feeling cold air enter into his longs and try to cool down his burning hot body. Frontal assault is a kind of suicidal he isn't down for so he will lean out of cover enough to fire into the crowd, hitting a few in some nonvital areas. From here he holsters one gun and reloads the other before ripping the slightly broken door and pushing forward while using it as a shield. Once into the crowd he pulls out his other revolver and will hit the floor with his knees and slide a bit. Aimed up to hit the jaws of 12 new attackers. Putting them out of commission. While down low he will flip around the guns to Gran thier barrels and will use it's shape to hook some legs and knock over some attackers to pull them into a good pummeling position. Being a low quality mob the few who had guns ran out of ammo and the rest just have melee weapons.

Having carved a swath into this mob Brelk will move to start climbing the rightmost stairsway to the second floor, having to fire at the ones waiting above and the brawlers below trying to follow. Before he could get to the next floor someone tackles him through the railing making him hit the bottom floor. Brelk hears an audible pop in his back that just spell bad for tomorrow but now realized a new pain in his side, a pen knife. The one who tackled him must of planted it.

Not really thinking Brelk will pull it out and stab his tackler in the neck to get them away. Time starts to blur as Brelk is now going more of muscle reflex than actual target recognition. The floor starting to become an uneven terrain from the bodies and pooling blood, this starts making it hard for Brelk to stay standing.

Clothes now showing it's damage and showing his armor underneath. Firing the rest of his bullets at some chargers that only leaves a ring of equally exhausted survivors with now damaged melee weapons. Seeing this again he will spin the guns to hold them by the barrel and proceed to beat the rest into submission if not full death. Finally done he will walk out the entryway where Matt and james will arrive to see an exhausted, wounded, and damaged Brelk stumble out gripping the barrels of his guns. James tending to him will find that on brelks flesh hand his palm has been singed and imprinted due to him grabbing the barrels while they were extremely hot.

#brelk #mind dump

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