stands with legs braced apart, fingers twitching near her holster, eyes narrowed, a mocking smile on her face. "Ready to eat dust, you keyboard warrior?"
tosses her hair back, a cocky grin spreading across her face "Feeling lucky, huh? We'll see how long that lasts."
quickly draws her pistol, pointing it directly at Fleming's chest Nice try, cowboy. But you're about to find out why they call me the ginger gunslinger.
this is gonna be quick then shoots grace directly in the chest
grace falls back against the wooden saloon wall, gasping for air as blood seeps from her chest You... You son of a... clutches at her wound, trying to stem the flow of blood This ain't over, partner. She slumps to the ground, her pistol falling from her hand.
picks up graces gun and points it at her head
gasps for breath, her voice strained You think you've won, huh? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet. Her hand reaches into her holster, grabbing a hidden dagger Let's see if your aim is as good when I'm this close.
Oh no my luck has run out! kneels down and ends Graces suffering I'm sorry but you really are better.
smirks, her eyes glinting with victory Better late than never, cowboy. Looks like you finally realized who the real gunslinger is around here. She winks at Fleming, her voice dripping with arrogance
covers Grace's body and walks away, fighting back tears
watches as Fleming walks away, a smirk still playing on her lips Ha! Looks like the tough cowboy finally realized his place.
Suck on that Sheriff. rides away
stands up, holstering her dagger, and adjusts her leather duster coat Well, that was too easy. Just another day in the life of the one and only Ginger Gunslinger.
<The news of Grace's victory spreads throughout the town, solidifying her reputation as the best gunslinger around>
hey Grace what do you say we enjoy this victory and have some fun tonight?
leans against the bar, smirking Fun, huh? Well, cowboy, looks like you've finally earned yourself an invitation to the wild side.
I've been waiting for this moment ever since we met.
raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes Oh, is that so?
Maybe I just like watching you scowl. laughs lightly
laughs softly, leaning closer to Fleming Well, tough guy, get ready for a night you won't forget.