Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he mournfully flicked it with his fingers. Stomping the fire it still held out, he exhaled the smoke covering his face in a veil of nicotine plagued mist, he twirled his revolvers into the firing stance; the smoke twisted and twirled around the barrels. With a rapid succession of (2) trigger pulls for both his guns, he charged after the toughs. The muzzles flashed intensely.
"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!", he shouted out.
Revolver: [4]
Revolver: [4]
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