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Perhaps this is a weird first interaction, but. . Death might have heard something about a death wish?
Of course they had to use the train as a quicker and in a way, safer escape. Not much left from the small group of robbers, corpses resting in the dust, confused horses scattered. Karma wouldn't have targeted the gang if it was only robbery -she should leave some scraps to the other bounty hunters-; but murder also followed each heist easily and unnecessarily.
Now they were fleeing with only their lives, scrambling to get away from the emerald eyed marksman on a sleek ebony mare. Villám easily kept up with the train, pace steady enough for Karma to climb after the remainder.
“Gyere utánam, hamarosan végzek.” (Follow me, I will be done soon.) She departed with an encouraging smile, after all it has been a while since a long distance chase.
Harsh wind combed through sunlightened dark blonde hair, after a shot whizzed past her, the thrill reaching the level where it lapped at her spine like electric fire, filling her lungs with oxygen with each steady, accelerating beat of her heart. The fire returned, the body tumbling down from the wagon.
A small clang of a rifle on metal among the overwhelming fog of noise, an immediate whirl and a bullet between the train cars; she would rather not see what became of that body. Steel heeled boots a confident rhythm on the roof in search of the last one standing, as if she was walking on solid ground not on top of the moving engine. She has reached the edge.
Karma couldn't decide whenever it was courage or blind stupidity as the man emerged, still she waited both out of respect and to prolong the adrenaline roaring in her veins. The man eventually steadied himself, the desperation born from facing death wearing a crosshair scar made him reach for his revolver. The final shot rang before he could even reach the weapon.
Bright eyes fluttered close despite her not so safe position, one last rush. Villám kept up without any problems, now curiously looking up at her rider who offered a victorious smile in return. Elegantly, the gunslinger slid back to the saddle with enviable ease, slowing the horse's pace a little. They had a death wish from the moment they started killing witnesses.
The victory ride back to the town interrupted by a feeling similar to deja vu, not quite that, but extraordinarily strong. She has witnessed, experienced a few...weird things, feelings; at first she tried to brush them off with a reasonable explanation until she couldn't. And the shadows' passing whispers has always been correct.
Her gaze guided by the whispers, falling upon a looming figure, both blending in and standing out from the wasteland. It was watching, she was certain. Her left revolver had two, her right three bullets remaining, a complete refill takes fifteen seconds if she's in a hurry. Her gut told she was. Nimble fingers danced from her belt to the chambers while Villám stayed on the route towards the town. When the cylinders clicked back in place Karma knew the figure had red eyes.
“I do not. I accepted I will die and when I do, it will be on my own terms.” why wasn't she surprised that the creature, the wolf was capable of speech.
Adrenaline spiked higher after the translation of the Spanish, her statement very much brushed aside; the moment the wolf lunged so did her horse. 13 lives. 12 in the chambers, one within her.
The open provided little to no chance of a prolonged fight and she knew she had to keep her distance at all cost. The ebony mare flew towards the town, a cloud of dust in her wake. Veins on her neck bulging and rising to surface, a telltale sign of the half Akhal Teke nearing her top speed. A sharp halt at the edge of the small town, emerald eyes flickering between the two possible buildings.
A brothel. More opportunities to hide, to shoot from, to escape into other buildings by the windows but more casualties if the creature chasing her was too clouded by bloodlust. A bar. Probably medium crowd at this time of the day. Obstacles but easy extra time with the guns snatched from the already piss drunk. The owner probably has either a rifle or a shotgun under the counter.
Fluid dismount exactly in the middle of the two establishments, Villám purposely kicking up dirt to obscure the view before leaving Karma alone.
And she began to whistle.
At first hearing, it sounded almost cheery, it turned more and more sinister as the tune continued. Both revolvers cocked and ready, the path to either buildings clear. So she continued calling the creature with the knowledge she probably will perish today, yet it didn't matter. She wasn't a prey scrambling for her life, but looking for and possibly shooting Death straight in the eye when encountering properly.
@deathshadowed continued from x.
Death, in his time, had seen countless fools who were playing with their lives. This seemed to be the case, especially for Karma and her group of bounty hunters. He had been watching from afar, watching as the train and its occupants were torn to shreds, the wolf shaking his head out of frustration. He watched her and the other rider continue off away from the train, the wolf making his move.
He knew she had spotted him. It was hard to miss someone who stood out so far against the wasteland of the desert. White fur, red eyes, a black poncho and cloak. . . it was all someone needed to start guessing against themselves if such a figure was real.
But, in this case, staring her down as she reloaded her weapons, the wolf was. He reached for his scythes as his eyes glared out from beneath his hood, a hot snarl rolling from his lips as he spun them around once. Death knew she wouldn't be going down without a fight. He was prepared for this to take days if it needed to.
But he wasn't here just because she had cheated death, once more, from this little train fight. Oh no. . . she had a far larger history of pissing the wolf off and he was here to collect on her past misdeeds towards him.
❝I've always heard that you gunslingers had a death wish. . .❞ he commented coldly as he began to approach her, ❝But. . . Parece que tienes uno más grande que la mayoría.❞
With that. . . the wolf snarled loudly and began to race at her, weapons ready in his paws to end this one and for all. He wasn't going to allow her to leave without paying for her crimes against him.
He was going to make sure of that.
