RPG Casa Diablo [PG]

[Dragon Warrior]

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[b]Fighters[/b]
Dragon Warrior - [i]Arturo Domingo[/i]
The Boss - [i]Diego El Greco[/i]

[b]The Judge[/b]
Ezekiel - [i]Umm... the judge. Like I said.[/i]

[b]Number Of Posts[/b]
Three Each

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[indent][size=1]Cacto Que Muere was silent as death that day. This made sense because there would be death there. Only a matter of time before the cards were dealt and the game would begin. The people of the town took to their homes and shelters, leaving the dusty streets bare. In only seconds, Cacto Que Muere appeared as if it had been a ghost town for years.

Only two figures tredded the dirt after folks became scarce. They were the two that were to duel. A man in a black suit stood proudly with a readied shotgun in hand, squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes. He barely opened his mouth allowing the sunlight to gleam off his white teeth. He was standing completely still, as if awaiting the Grim Reaper to come and take him to the Land of the Dead. But he was staring at his opponent for the day. Directly across from him down the street was a man in a white shirt and black pants. He held nothing in his bare hands, but had them at ready to unsheath a gun from its holster at any point.

The man in black spit into the dirt and stared back at the man in white. He stroked his shotgun and continued to stare, as if he was looking right through the man in white's soul. The man in black was known as Diego El Greco. He was pretty well known for his fancy work with that shotgun in his paws. Possibly just as well known as his foe that stood staring just down the road. The man in white went by Arturo Domingo. He was one of the fastest with a pistol in these parts and today he meant to show it.

They were both proud men. They also both knew of one another. This made it difficult to try and kill the other. They had respect for each other and their abilities. So naturally the fight will be fair and fought with dignity. "Arturo," Diego spoke out of silence.

"Que?" Arturo replied humbly.

"Let's keep this fair, entienda?"

Arturo nodded in agreement. "May the best hombre live."

Diego nodded back. There was a moment of silent understanding, then they slowly walked toward one another. People in their houses stared out, curious of what would occur in their small village that day. All that was heard was wind. They could not hear the men breathing, walking, or speaking. Just the wind, eerily flowing through the town as if carrying the dead souls that would take the loser of the fight to their grave.

They stopped close to twenty feet away from each other, the wind now picking up and swirling sand around their still forms. Diego had his shotgun in his right hand lowered to his side. Arturo's pistols were still sheathed in their holsters. Again, there was silence. Then movement. And though the village people were watching, they could not see what had just occurred. It had happened so quickly. They had only heard two gunshots.[/size][/indent]

[Zen]

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The pistol bullets left two smoking holes at Diego?s feet. Arturo has fired his pistols quickly at him, however Diego remained unmoving. Diego smiled out of amusement. [b] ?Trying to scare me, Arturo??[/b] he asked in a youthful, but deep voice.

Arturo spun his guns around his fingers and placed them in their holsters, his hands resting on the handles. [b] ?More like a test of nerve, amigo...?[/b] He spat in the dirt in front of him. He stood back looking Diego in his fiery eyes.

Diego gave out a laugh and placed his shotgun?s barrel onto his shoulder. [b] ?You should know better.?[/b] the two shared a silence for a moment, the wind blowing up a small whirlwind in the sandy road in between them, a testament to the tension between them. They looked each other down for a moment. Then the whirlwind disbursed and Diego brought down his shotgun with a wicked speed. Diego fired off a normal round at Arturo who dodged and rolled to his right, ducking behind a wooden pillar. Diego smirked and loaded two red shells into his shotgun. [b] ?You?re a quick one, hombre...?[/b] he called out to Arturo who looked around the pillar and gave a wink.

[b] ?I?ve been told, amigo.?[/b] Arturo laughed to himself and aimed his pistol at him, only to realize that Diego?s shotgun was already aimed at his position. He took his cover again, but that didn?t stop Diego from firing. The rounds made heavy contact on the ground and pillar, a ferocious explosion resulting which sent Arturo into the tavern window which the pillar held up. Diego smiled confidently as he made his way for the tavern. Arturo struggled to his feet, sore from the impact onto his back. He coughed up black smoke and looked over to Diego who had already reloaded.

[b] ?Not this time!?[/b] Arturo yelled as he brought his pistols up at a lighting quick speed and firing rapidly at Diego. Diego was shocked by the instant attack and attempted to deflect some of the bullets with his shotgun before dodging to his left, a single round finding it?s way across his calf.

Diego growled at his burned and cut leg, the bullet had created a slight gash across his lower right leg. Arturo stepped into the doorway of the tavern in order to find Diego. He was met by him laying on his stomach, his shotgun aiming not at Arturo, but at the window beside him. Arturo was confused for a moment before he realized what was about to happen. [b] ?Adios.?[/b] was all Diego said before firing his shotgun into the window and igniting an enormous explosion within Tavern, the alcohol fueling the flames.

Arturo was sent across the entire street, his body striking a wall harshly. He gave out a cry of pain. He felt as though he had just been hit by a truck, and could only growl in agony for a moments before looking up to see that Diego had disappeared.

[b] ?Shit...?[/b] he swore under his breath as he scanned the area for his opponent.[/color][/size]

[Dragon Warrior]

[indent][size=1]White and grey ash fluttered down all around like snow, though no one around could make this accusation since snow was something they had never witnessed before. Arturo wiped some of it off his shirt, leaving dark smudges in the white cloth. He studied the buildings, knowing Diego went into hiding.

"Where are you, Senor Diego?" he mumbled under his breath, his eyes panning the streets. He twirled around and drew his pistols. "Not this time!" He fired and a figure fell to the ground dead. But it was not Diego. It was a careless townsperson who wished to get a better view of the fight. Arturo stared down and sighed. Suddenly a hole was blown through the wall next to him and he jumped. Diego was on the roof across the street on the general store. He was firing his shotgun again with God-knows-what as the bullets this time. Arturo made his way into the building, which he had previously been thrown against rather roughly from the explosion earlier.

Pushing around the upturned tables and chairs, he could see it was a bar. Upon closer inspection, one could see it hadn't been used in quite a while. "Thank God. I need a drink." He hopped over the counter and took a quick swig of the nearest liquor. Wiping his mug, he jumped back over the counter and out the back entrance. Naturally Diego was waiting for him there and another barrage of bullets came Arturo's way. They pierced the doorway's treshold with Arturo nimbly dodging. He disappeared around a building, but Diego was not sure if he had entered it.

Diego carefully made his way down the street, keeping close to the side of building. He was sniffing the air and his eyes were moving every which way. His heart was beating a million miles per hour. But whose wouldn't? Arturo's was beating too. He sat in a small building, back against the wall, staring at the side closest to the street. A family cowered in the corner. Only the husband of the family held a shotgun. Any time now, Diego would come walking by. The building Arturo was in was made of wood, almost designed like an old barn. It was barely holding together. You could see light and shadow creepy through the planks of the side of the building. This included Diego's shadow.

Arturo cocked his gun and readied it. Then, upon deciding not to, he looked to the family. He asked for a trade, handing the man his pistol in exchange for the shotgun. Then he sat back down and waited. Soon enough, Diego was clearly passing the building. His shadow moved along the side, removing the light from between the planks as he passed by. Arturo waited until he was in front of him before firing. It was only a matter of seconds...

Then he fired.

The shotgun blast was so powerful it shot through the wall of the building and hit Diego on the other side, sending him flying across the street. Diego fell to the ground with a [i]THUD![/i], dropping the shotgun of his own and holding his arm. Arturo stared through the hole in the wall at his opponent. Satisfied, he traded the shotgun back for his pistol and made his way outside, still incognito. The shotgun had clearly hit Diego in the arm, which wasn't such an awful fate, it being his left arm, but he still needed it to fully use that shotgun of his. Arturo must've handicapped him a little. And enough to bring things to Arturo's favor. Certainly things just got interesting.[/size][/indent]