If Only You had Two More Bullets

You know in the heat of battle you don't notice a lot of things. Like one time I completely missed I was on fire (yeah that was hilarious until the smell of my flesh caught my attention), I even missed once that Nidget had gotten shot in a particularly hectic gunfight (though that was probably more not caring about Nidget more than anything).  So it should have come as no surprise that I completely missed that Dawbry didn't get shot to death or burned alive or something in my initial salvo.

I was quickly reminded of this fact after he bullwhipped me to the ground (who knew he had a bullwhip? I just saw that dumb knife and his missing eye, apparently I completely miss details that later become problematic, nope not going to fix that at all). The Red Hander had a sneer on his face as he ordered Dawbry to dispose of me. In that case it meant fill me full of bullets (how impolite!)  I felt the impact of all six shots, they ripped through my insides like little tiny spears of pain. I was thankful at least he didn't put a bullet through my head, though I think that was more he wasn't that good a shot and hits to center mass are a lot easier.

So there I was blood leaking out the judge and his lackey looking on happy as two jerks can be.  I thought for a moment this would be the end of me as both men were too far to be touched by necromancy and on top of that my magical ability was rather drained as it was. It seemed perfect. I tried to do too much on too little and wound up dead, but than that moron Dawbry had to walk up to me while reloading and I chuckled a little bit.

"What's so funny?" I grabbed his leg and his revolver hit the ground partially reloaded the surge of power flexed through me like a hot current and I welcomed it (you know because it fixed my holy organs).  It hurt but not as much as Dawbry was getting hurt.

"Oh I was just thinking if you only had a couple more bullets this wouldn't have happened." His husk hit the ground and the Red Hander looked on in horror, I snatched the half loaded revolver and put a bullet through him and then burned him alive (because when you've got both why choose?)

Standing up I surveyed the destruction.  My fire wave had apparently got wind and went on to burn down the town, the people who hadn't been gunned down by the Red Hand and Dawbry probably died in the grotto from the exploding ship.  And everyone else I personally killed, all in all it was a total victory.  I did have a bad habit of wiping out entire towns though, I think maybe I'll call it a the Lorentino Effect.  If your town got wiped off the map by one guy, you just got hit by the Lorentino Effect.  Now to find a good enough bard to spread that particular nugget throughout the land!