Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160817234123/@comment-26571677-20160818112100

A bullet passed right by Hitori's head, cutting off a single hair, and striking down the criminal. From behind them, stood Dust Mccree, who had his bandana pulled up, and was not looking very happy, at all. He stood his ground, rifle rested in his hands, and stared down at the other two figures, one who was currently screaming in pain. "G'day. Mind if I ask you what you were planning to do with that person over there? He's a criminal, I get it. But that doesn't give you the right to take his life. I have that right. You don't."

He angled his shoulders back, almost looking lazy in appearance, and continued to stare straight at Hitori.