[Boothill scowled, quickly reloading his gun as he ran toward the now surrounded teen. Where the hell were they even coming from? Usually once the big guy goes down, the rest scatter. Tch, then again, this was all in their heads, right?
Whatever, just because his life was gonna always be about fighting the IPC didn't mean he was gonna let Bakugo get caught up in it. Even with his hands still moving, his leg was up and down quickly and efficiently, spur going right into the next of one grunt before he was bending backward and his gun was firing at the grunt just behind him. He was still quite perfectly balanced on that one leg, too.
Then, he was upright and the second gun in his hand was out, quick firing at the rest of the half Bakugo left him and swiftly dodging spears and bullets that came his way with a grin and a holler.]
C'mon y'all, let's duel fair an' square!
[But, was it really fair? A cyborg cowboy with a mean shot and a teenager who could create explosions with his sweat? Probably not, but this is the time to feel alive.
Soon, this particular wave seemed to finally dissipate, and the field was littered with bullet casings, fallen grunts, and more explosions marring the land. Boothill blew out the smoke from the barrel of his gun before placing it back into its holster. He adjusted his hat.]
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[Boothill scowled, quickly reloading his gun as he ran toward the now surrounded teen. Where the hell were they even coming from? Usually once the big guy goes down, the rest scatter. Tch, then again, this was all in their heads, right?
Whatever, just because his life was gonna always be about fighting the IPC didn't mean he was gonna let Bakugo get caught up in it. Even with his hands still moving, his leg was up and down quickly and efficiently, spur going right into the next of one grunt before he was bending backward and his gun was firing at the grunt just behind him. He was still quite perfectly balanced on that one leg, too.
Then, he was upright and the second gun in his hand was out, quick firing at the rest of the half Bakugo left him and swiftly dodging spears and bullets that came his way with a grin and a holler.]
C'mon y'all, let's duel fair an' square!
[But, was it really fair? A cyborg cowboy with a mean shot and a teenager who could create explosions with his sweat? Probably not, but this is the time to feel alive.
Soon, this particular wave seemed to finally dissipate, and the field was littered with bullet casings, fallen grunts, and more explosions marring the land. Boothill blew out the smoke from the barrel of his gun before placing it back into its holster. He adjusted his hat.]
How we doin', kid?