ʚ ᭥ BOOTHILL

The piercing sound of gunshots echoed throughout the Radiant Feldspar, with IPC soldiers either scattered around lifeless or making an attempt to flee as they await for orders from higher ups. The luxurious interior of the airship was barely in ruins, with the insides of ripped cushions floating around aimlessly.

Within the midship lounge, there was silence. It was untouched, pristine, exhibiting the elegance that stood for the ship in its prime. All interrupted by the sudden burst of the door, the echo of gunshots accompanied by boisterous laughter.

“Try to keep up w’me now, muddle fudger’s,” The voice called out, thick with a western accent as he shot his own bullets. Boothill had a toothy grin on his face, sharp and smug as he jumped over tables, flipping them over in the process. Chaos followed wherever the Galaxy Ranger went, so long as it involved the IPC. “See how far it gets ya!”

He reloaded his gun, shooting up a bullet in the process only for him to catch it with his sharpened teeth, swallowing it down and taking his aim. He wouldn’t shoot yet, not when he was waiting for a sign. “c’mon, darlin’s. Move out the way before I pierce this bullet in yer pretty lil’ heads like there ain’t no tomorrow.” He grumbled, the white reticles in his eyes dilating with their own search in the forming crowd of soldiers.

And then, he caught it. That sliver of unique distinction in the crowd made his reticles enlarge, and his sardonic grin had returned. The figure sped past the soldiers and charged towards Boothill, gripping onto his metallic arm in a deathly hold and giving him a firm tug. Shots flew, commands were fired, and the two outlaws charged through the windows of the aircraft, making their risky escape.

One of the officers within the IPC quickly approached the window, the cold night air spewing into the aircraft as they glanced down. A scowl was on their face, watching as the two made their imminent descent— whether their escape meant death was unsure to any outsider. And yet, them meeting their demise felt all too easy.

All thanks to {{user}}’s ability, they managed to land somewhere. Scratch that, they were now somewhere else entirely from the teleportation. Away from anyone who could collect their bounty, meaning another victory for the Galaxy Rangers. A laugh escaped Boothill freely, his eyes darting around in search of his hat. “Hoo-boy, that was a doozy, wasn’t it sugar? Did ya see them soldiers? We got ‘em good— didn’t even see us comin’!”