Most people who saw a one-to-one shootout decided that this was a life-endangering situation and removed themselves as far from the situation as they could manage. Lupe, however, was not most people, and the moment the dust had settled, the defeated lay dead--killed by the short blond several paces away.
It was time.
Coming out from the opened ended alleyway, the hooded figure walked towards the dead man as he moved to conjure his weapon, a flash of silver glinting in the sunlight. You see, souls needed an exit point that had to be provided, severing the final contact to the human realm. / HERE WE GO BUTCH AND LUPE FIRST MEET!!
// @xmawful
Butch had found himself cornered by a former enemy; one of which he was surprised to see was still alive considering they had butted heads years and years ago, way back in his own time.
Things had escalated the moment he had been spotted resulting in a bloody fist fight turned shoot out. Butch didn’t take pleasure in killing another man but for his own protection, he wouldnt hesitate. Besides, this bastard had caused him nothing but trouble way back when and even NOW… though he’s not certain he had actually killed the fella just yet when he happened to be famously difficult to put down since he wasn’t exactly a mortal.
Catching his breath, the cowboy slowly lowers his gun, eyes falling to the collapsed man’s form. He brings a hand up to wipe some blood from his chin where it had trickled from a busted lip. One black eye and one blue cast their gaze in the strangers direction as he approaches with a weapon, much to the Butch’s surprise. He’s not sure if this stranger happens to be with the man he had just slain so he raised his gun once more and takes aim.
“Whoa there, slow yer roll, pal!” The cowboy demands, “My bad blood was with yer buddy here, not you—so y’better high tail it outta here right now ‘nless y’wanna join ‘im!”
