Harry Richard
As Harry took cover behind his table, a few shots slammed into the wood. Some went through, others didn't, but thankfully none had hit him. He took off his cowboy hat, and set it on the floor next to him - he didn't want to risk any of the soldiers being able to see it poking above the barricade.
Due to his position, he was not able to see the business with the glyph. However, when he did peer up above his barricade for a brief second, he did see brief splashes of light where the gunfire seemed to be striking, yet no one was damaged. What... what was that?
Anywho, he decided against firing another shot. Just as he made that decision, the enemy seemed to as well, drawing a melee weapon. He looked to the barmaid and bartender engaging in a vicious melee, and concluded that their protection still seemed to be in effect.
Meanwhile, another soldier was advancing on Harry's own position, sabre in hand. Harry immediately ducked back behind his cover. The approaching soldier smiled, and quickened his run.
Then suddenly, Harry rose and fired his weapon directly into the soldier's gut, this time at nearly point blank rage. The man screamed as the magical protection failed and the impact knocked him flat onto his back.
With a grim expression on his face, Harry vaulted over the makeshift barricade. The soldier reached for the sabre, but Harry's boot came down hard on his wrist. With his other hand covering his gut wound, the soldier was unable to resist.
"What were you thinking?" Harry asked, as he bent to steal the soldier's sword. Without awaiting a response, Harry retreated back behind cover.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
29-Aug-2018 23:44:59