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The lavender sunset bathed the surreal scene all the way to its end, only barely shrinking away as Steele came to overshadow the mole's former place.
You barely noticed him, for a moment, the gunfire returning to your ears with an entrance as grand as one would expect from the king of warfare, instead thinking of how else to try and replicate the maneuver when there were so many more moles. "--n'n?"
<span class="mu-i">BANG BANG, BANG BANG</span>
Soldiers were lowering their guns. The firing was getting quieter, further away. One soldier managed to dodge a mole, lodging it into the wooden walls of the shop behind him and causing wooden splinters to fly everywhere, prompting other men nearby to take shelter or abandon their positions.
The sole pair that remained wasted no time in getting nearer. "--w! C-n s--e tha-??"
Only when they started talking did you realize that getting so close to gunfire was a bad idea for your eardrums.
You motioned to the two soldiers and Steele to head inside the splintering shop, your hands over your ears, forehead dripping with sweat as the purple sun beat down on your brief retreat.
Once inside the shop, your condition improved... slowly, but surely. Within a few minutes of quiet you could hear well enough to make out speech... and the fact that the soldiers hadn't stopped talking since they'd followed you here. "Sir, that was completely in the way of procedure--"
"You have more, don't you?? That--"
"Stop inter--"
"PLEASE, quiet. Quiet..." You held a hand to your head and briefly massaged your temples. The two were getting loud enough to make your head hurt. Once they did as you said, you took a brief glance outside...
...Mary ran amongst the townsfolk attempting to prevent the moles from surfacing underneath them, her haphazard attempts producing mostly failure, causing naught but panic in the less-acquainted citizens and apprehension even in those who knew her. She seemed unable or unwilling to notice this, instead continuing her useless game of zap-a-mole in your absence, only stopping once she noticed your face in the window...
...returning to the situation at hand as you spoke... "...I-I've gotta few 'n my trunk, at the inn. Steele, this fellow here," you raised a hand towards the suspiciously quiet statesman, "has two."
The soldiers ran for the door but you tried to stop them again with a brief shout for them to wait. "I don't know how t' get any more! There's-- there's other ways, jus' stay here'n lower your guns--"