Buster Hardin's transparent body came out of Showdown as Chance was reloading. The Hellfire Arm's special ability to initiate a shoot off and fair fight ended, as the barrier previously covering him and Mustang was slowly fading away.
"Not even that shot stopped you, but then again, it's safe to say that these Hellfire Arms do heal their users for a certain time." he pointed to Chance's previous wound spot which had now healed. "But I guess the Gunsmith had really taken his time to make sure that thing isn't too powered. Hated that, but I understand."
Chance felt his wound from Mustang slowly fading away. He breathed in relief. Maybe if he was hidden from battle for a certain time, his wounds would heal themselves.
But whether or not they could heal every wound was something he had to find out.
"Yer friend there's on the ground mighty long. Either he's resting, or worse." Hardin spoke with a loud tone. Chance looked over to see Fermor still knocked out cold. Could the barrier from Showdown still have hurted him from before?
"Normally I would condemn a man for getting hit but in this case I'll look over that." Hardin leaned against the wall. "I can't blame you for knowing Mustang was a crackshot."
"You and him, you both were in the Old West?"
"Indeed, Haverton. How'd ya figure that out?"
"Valefar told me about how some guns appeared back then. He also said there was another dealer before him." Chance looked at him with sharp eyes
"Ah yes, the Man with Silver Eyes." Hardin hummed in interest and chuckled. "If you manage to survive this, I'll tell you a little bit about him."
"I'd appreciate it if you told me about Mustang, seeing how you said he was a crackshot." when Chance finished talking, he felt a surge of electricity slightly stinging him greatly and winced.
"Sorry Haverton, but I don't want it to make it a unfair fight, and neither does that gun." Hardin's eyes pointed at Showdown. "I don't get respect for people who make things unfair."
And I thought Valefar was a pain in the ass, Chance thought about Valefar's initial behaviour before the Representative finally decided to put his commentary on humanity aside. He turned away from the car he was shielded by before he saw Mustang with his back turned, facing toward Shelby.
Fair fight, huh? Chance thought about what Hardin said.
"You'll be alright girl, hang on." Mustang said in concern, before he heard a gunshot in the sky. As he flinched, he saw Chance holding Showdown, it's barrel pointed upward, and a string of smoke was fading from the barrel, still slightly in heat following the hard shot.
"Old timers like you can surely still put up a fight, right?" Chance jokingly mocked. He saw Mustang's eyebrows furrowed in anger, and the old timer gritted his teeth at Chance's words. The Haverton continued with a large grin, something that made Hardin shake his head in amusement.
I can tell he's not serious, Hardin thought about Chance's tactic, but provocation, I see that.
"Fight like a man!" Chance pointed his Hellfire Arm at Mustang. His hand was gripping the handle hard, and his index finger was close to the trigger. Mustang looked down, before he huffed and gave a death glare toward the Haverton.
"I don't know what made you possess Showdown, but I'm not going to let you go running around with that thing, you and all those other users."
"Whatever deal you had with Bright, you can call it off! You can't trust him!"
"Piss off!" Mustang fired a bronze bullet from Tombstone as Chance ducked and rolled into cover to another car. Mustang did similar, before he peeked out and fired a shot at the car Chance was hiding behind. "I was a lawman back in the day! I was meant to take down outlaws with Hellfire Arms, even if I had to use the one I have now."
"Including the one with Dark Dice!" Mustang added. He said that at the top of his lungs. He felt his pocket reloaded. Taking out a small matchbox, he saw the Deadly Shells had reloaded itself. Finally, he thought as he started to load.
He narrowly missed a shot from Chance, whose bullet went through the car he was in, flinching the old timer.
As Chance fired a bullet, he saw Showdown's shining hammer just above the back of the handle. He swore as he squinted his eyes, he saw the words RAPID embedded on it.
"Do it!" Hardin encouraged as Chance positioned Showdown to the car Mustang was shielded by, before the Haverton pressed his hand on Showdown hammer multiple times rapidly. He felt a surge of bullets, more so than he would fire normally. The bullets went through the car like a group piercing it.
Chance felt energy drained from his body, before he fell slightly onto the hood of a car behind him. He felt his right hand, the one he used to press on the Hellfire Arm's hammer, slightly numb. He shook off his right hand, getting the feeling away.
"Not bad, Haverton." Hardin spoke with his transparent arms folded. "Not bad at all."
As soon as Hardin finished his commentary, Chance saw the damage done from the rapid fire: Mustang crawled out from the car that was shot; his upper and lower chest filled with bullet holes, as one hand was holding Tombstone. Chance reloaded his gun, but Mustang swiftly used one hand to reach into his pocket, and a knife was thrown.
The knife was in the shape of a tombstone, and it's edge pierced Chance's right hand, knocking out Showdown and impaling it against the car hood. Mustang took out a white bullet, and his shaking hands reloaded Tombstone with that bullet.
Mustang shot himself in the chest with the white bullet, which proceeded to heal his wounds instantly. It'll be a long while til it gets back, he thought, before he took out a black bullet and loaded it into a single slot that Tombstone had.
As Chance saw Mustang point Tombstone at him, a series of knocking noises was present. The two men were confused, at the sound of the noise, and Mustang swore he saw a large black die with skulls rolling across the street, before landing on a 1.
"Son of a bitch." he thought as he and Chance heard a gunshot and a bullet came crossing by Mustang's view. The bullet passed the old timer, and knocked down the structure of a two story building to his left. He knew who that bullet belonged to.
A man of the dice.
He recognized the die, and as he turned left, he saw a particular figure standing in the alleyway. The figure was dressed in black, darker than night itself. On his hat was a poker card; an Ace of Spades. The figure was walking toward Mustang with his hands in his pocket. Even as the figure had an orange bandanna covering his face, Mustang gritted his teeth at the sight of him.
"Voyde Kilpatrick!" Mustang yelled at the top of his lungs just as his wounds were healed from Chance's rapid fire.
"Mustang." the figure named Voyde revealed two dark coated revolvers. Both of them were medium sized, yet they both had double barrels. One on top, while the other was on the bottom. The handle had a skull embedded on both revolvers.
Chance soon heard an Eagle hawking. He saw in the sky it was the same that was watching the fight between him and Mustang. He flinched as Voyde fired a shot and knocked out the knife impaling Chance. After he had done that, Voyde greeted the bald eagle landing on his shoulder.
"Liberty here watched ya two fight." Voyde explained. "But as fantastic of a sight that was. This here's my fight." he paused, laughing at the sight of Hardin. "Buster, you drunk psychopath, I'll deal with you later."
"Nah fuck you, you gambling cunt!" Hardin yelled at the top of his own lungs. "If I wasn't like this I'd shoot you without any hesitation."
"Leave this to me Haverton." Voyde spoke to Chance. "You fought good, but Mustang's looking for me. Always had been since his death." he paused. "After all, I'm the reason."
***
Valefar felt his hands were tied. After central command at the 9th precinct received orders from Ford and Freddie Bass concerning Earl Wayne Johnson, he sighed at what he was going to do next.
He would have to be prepared with the contents of the crate. There were literally many syringes of medicine, similar to the one he used to save Chance from Bright's powers. There were also certain Attachments. From what he knows, is that these things were meant as extra upgrades for Hellfire Arm users, at the cost of even more sins.
There were also some Gas Markers. These things were, well, according to the Gunsmith, be used when REALLY necessary.
But for now, they're all free of charge.
"This can't get any more complicated." Valefar spoke at his desk while Barbie watched. The Hellfire Telephone appeared again in front of Valefar's eyes, and it was ringing. This only happened if the Gunsmith had something to say.
"Yes?" he asked as he heard details. "Yeah, Chance is after Mustang. Why?" he asked before he heard what the Gunsmith had to say. "Wait, Dark Dice? No." he said. "Okay, okay, I'll get there."
"What?" Barbie asked.
"If you want to help, then put those Hellfire gloves on." Valefar exclaimed. "There's a fight between two Hellfire Arm users. One of them is going to die on the spot."