The wind blew gently across almost abandoned Cemetery. The figure stood alone against 6 in the middle of the boneyard. He fingered his trigger and smiled at the nearest bounty hunter. They had come hoping to catch him off guard, he was wanted for killing 12 other bounty hunters. They probably didn't even know the other bounty hunters, they were in it for the money. It filled his mouth with a bad taste, he hated these people. He hated these people who killed for money, they were worse then people who killed for the fun of it. At least then it was for a deeper reason than greed. He spun the gun in his right hand fast, flicked out his wrist as if to throw the gun up and shot with the gun in his left hand.
The bullet caught the man just above his arm pit. Agonia dived behind a grave stone. his leg was bleeding, he had been hit. He was so used to getting shot now that his leg was instantly numb. Bullets ricochet off the grave stone spraying chunks of rock everywhere. He rolled to the next grave stone firing his guns as he went.
As he leaned against the grave stone he reloaded his gun. He spins his guns and places them into his holster. He takes off running, transforming as he goes. He feels the hunt taking him over.
The bullet caught the man just above his arm pit. Agonia dived behind a grave stone. his leg was bleeding, he had been hit. He was so used to getting shot now that his leg was instantly numb. Bullets ricochet off the grave stone spraying chunks of rock everywhere. He rolled to the next grave stone firing his guns as he went.
As he leaned against the grave stone he reloaded his gun. He spins his guns and places them into his holster. He takes off running, transforming as he goes. He feels the hunt taking him over.