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Watching this all unfold, crimson would take a step back before focusing not only his mind but his aim and accuracy. Fanning the hammer on his revolver, slowing time to a near crawl to paint shots all over the imposter crimson as Yellie went to town on him. Making sure this ━

━ with a full head of steam. Ensuing a brawl between the two, with the real crimson having the edge. Fueled by rage for what’s happened to the crew and to Bexely. After a slug fest, crimson would lay out the other with a decisive strike. Quickly turning after to make sure Bex ━

@ManOfTwoShadows “Nox...”

━ pinch his fingers to his lips and whistle; causing a bright colorless stallion to gallop onto the scene. Sliding his feet into the stirrups, he’d offer out his hand again if she wanted to board the back of his saddle. “Cmon, Clementine here is a real sweetie.”

I may be a cowboy but you won’t catch me on a high horse.

━ dropping him in an instant. Spinning his revolver back into his holster, turning around to face Alicia again. “Now, where were we...” Normally he’d shoot the dirt after finishing off a fellow gunslinger, but that was a sign of respect. Something he didn’t feel towards Caleb.