>>5801347>>5801396"Hah... So you don't know?" He's not fighting, at least... But he'll do something worse, and <span class="mu-i">infodump at you...</span>
He seems smug about it, about knowing something you don't, and of course he does, that tells him all the info he needs, He starts laughing a little. "...A-Amazing, beaten by a fuckin' newbie..."
"All UAA pros know 'bout that man. Term's from pro wrestling, yes. A jobber's someone who is paid to lose. To make the other fighter look better..." He weakly stands up, reloading his final gun, right in front of you. He wants you see it. So you know he won't shoot you just yet. "But this guy's no joke... We gotta watch out for 'im. He's the one we all wanna avoid... Hehe..."
"We assassins, hitmen, we just kill folks."
"That man... He's the one who takes them straight to hell." He emits a sinister cackle, walking back a few steps. "Hope ya never meet 'em... But let's be honest here."
"Nasty girls like ya belong in hell!"
Gripping his last gun firmly, he smirks confidently one last time. "When high noon hits... Draw..."
You hold your lance, remembering the shot function.
Probably didn't expect to use this in this way, right now... But you've got no choice now, have you?
The sun rises slowly.
Focusing, you can hear the distant ticking of a clock among the fire.
"Any last words, partner?"
>Say something cool. Or not. (Roll 1d100 and write in your final line...) 