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Post by Admin on Oct 8, 2015 20:14:10 GMT
Word rippled across El Paso, doors were reinforced and windows barricaded. Geronimo approaches. From the town, William de la Vue glanced across the city he helped build from his palace balcony. He strode over to his antique glass display cabinet, pausing for a second, he muttered to himself - fuck it - reaching for his volcanic repeater and pistols, he marched out into the street.
He stood outside the Casa Bonita Saloon, giving Corbyn a slight nod as his posse members assembled around the town centre. Dallas Stoudenmire trotted to his side as de la Vue threw his well-depleted cigar onto the dusty ground.
They could see clearly through the dark, as their opponents were carrying torches, an assembled Apache war party on a hill outside of town. It appeared to be an assembly of around twenty-four hardened Apache warriors. Ever since the white-man set foot in the New World, no indigenous soldier had inspired as much fear or respect as those boasted by the Apaches.
The silence in anticipation was otherworldly.
OOC: More coming shortly...
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Post by Cautious Horse on Oct 8, 2015 21:11:12 GMT
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Post by Jeremiah Corbyn on Oct 8, 2015 22:04:14 GMT
JC readies his troops for what will be a hard battle. Hold your ground! Hold your ground!
Sons of Texas, my brothers, I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of men fails,
when we forsake our friends
and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields,
when the age of men comes crashing down,
but it is not this day!
This day we fight!!
By all that you hold dear on this good Earth,
I bid you stand, Men of the West!!!
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Post by Admin on Oct 9, 2015 13:02:02 GMT
The silence went on for an eternity, until the Apaches suddenly interrupted it with the sound of cantering horses.
Corbyn's marksmen performed admirably, taking down four men in their first volley, another three in their second. Healey however, caught unawares, was hit in the neck and crumpled over the balcony, hitting the hard ground below. Similarly, the knife-wielding madmen at the front, and the expert gunslingers in the back performed admirably. As Corbyn peeked out from his hiding place, he saw Prezza and Jack Straw being taken down by Apache sharp-shooters. Two Apaches who had managed to break through the lines started torching buildings, one of which was eventually killed by Callaghan. The battle raged on.
Cautious Horse looked on, as Geronimo finished crushing Doogie Howser's head with his club. Many other fine Apache warriors were being taken down in the onslaught. Costner and All Encompassing Death Falcon had been held up, unfortunately a shoot-out with William de La Vue and Dallas Stoudenmire was leading to naught, with neither side gaining ground.
Frustrated by the incredible luck Corbyn had been gifted once again, Geronimo gave the call for retreat. Corbyn watched as, behind the smoke and flames, The remaining Apaches disappeared into the darkness.
As daylight broke through, Corbyn, de la Vue and Stoudenmire examined the destruction. They had lost Prezza, Straw, Healey and Doogie Howser. Tragic, but certainly a lot better than it should have been. The Apache's lost eighteen of their twenty-five men, though no bodies of repute were found in the town.
The Casa Bonita Saloon, the Thomas Green Saloon and the Six Shooter Gun Store were destroyed in the attack.
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