Togusa's eyes light on Mohammed for an instant, a plea that if there is anything he can do to help, to join in, before he is focused on the edge of the dumpster. Another step, another, until he hears those footsteps stop for a second.
He moves as fast as he can, training that is only partly his own kicking in to throw himself as close to Hol Horse as he can, and fire with everything he has left in the cylinder. See if he can dodge from this distance.
Hold Horse is too close to remain calm, but far enough to fire a few bullets in Togusa's direction. One of his bullets strikes one of Togusa's mid-air, another zig-zags, knocking one bullet off its trajectory, but causing it to graze his leg.
Mohammed, seeing an opportunity to strike, rushes in and summons a fireball over his palm. Hol Horse winces, takes a step back, and continues firing, primarily targeting the real bullets.
"Duck!" A small fire flies behind Togusa, and just as Hol Horse finished guarding himself against the metal projectiles, his hat catches fire.
Togusa has no chance of following everything that just happened there, even with the cyberbrain upgrade. Return gunshots, and somehow, son of a bitch, it didn't work. How is this possible?
But at least he listens when Mohammed cries out, and, of all things, a fireball shoots from the man, and at least that impacts him. Togusa can only hope that it's enough to distract the cowboy long enough for him to reload.
Togusa's only idea left is to close distance even further, get directly into Hol Horse's space, as he shoves off from the ground with his good leg. The goal is to shove the barrel of his gun between the man's damn ribs and hold down the trigger.
It's enough. Hol Horse fires his gun when he feels the barrel of the gun pressed against his ribs. The bullet swerves around Togusa - he's not the target.
But the cowboy disappears into fog when the metal bullet jams inside him. He's gone, but the purple line heading towards Mohammed does not. He summons another flame to guard himself and ducks.
The bullet hits his scarf and barely misses his neck before it strikes the wall.
Togusa cries out when the shot swerves around him. "No!" Stupid. Idiot. You were never the point. He whirls around before he even confirms the kill to look at Mohammed. "Mohammed!"
It actually takes a second for Togusa's brain to kick in and tell that Mohammed is unharmed. He came very very close, but he is fine. Togusa breathes out the largest sigh of relief, and he slumps over to the side, leaning on the dumpster for support.
"You're all right." Telling Mohammed and himself. "It's okay."
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He moves as fast as he can, training that is only partly his own kicking in to throw himself as close to Hol Horse as he can, and fire with everything he has left in the cylinder. See if he can dodge from this distance.
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Mohammed, seeing an opportunity to strike, rushes in and summons a fireball over his palm. Hol Horse winces, takes a step back, and continues firing, primarily targeting the real bullets.
"Duck!" A small fire flies behind Togusa, and just as Hol Horse finished guarding himself against the metal projectiles, his hat catches fire.
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But at least he listens when Mohammed cries out, and, of all things, a fireball shoots from the man, and at least that impacts him. Togusa can only hope that it's enough to distract the cowboy long enough for him to reload.
Togusa's only idea left is to close distance even further, get directly into Hol Horse's space, as he shoves off from the ground with his good leg. The goal is to shove the barrel of his gun between the man's damn ribs and hold down the trigger.
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But the cowboy disappears into fog when the metal bullet jams inside him. He's gone, but the purple line heading towards Mohammed does not. He summons another flame to guard himself and ducks.
The bullet hits his scarf and barely misses his neck before it strikes the wall.
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It actually takes a second for Togusa's brain to kick in and tell that Mohammed is unharmed. He came very very close, but he is fine. Togusa breathes out the largest sigh of relief, and he slumps over to the side, leaning on the dumpster for support.
"You're all right." Telling Mohammed and himself. "It's okay."