Ben
Quite a lot of things happened, most of which a drunk guy could not possibly comprehend or care about. Ben continued to search, and just as he seemed to be walking towards the locker at the corner containing all his stuff, he stopped, and continued searching through other things. Apparently, he didn’t notice, thus far anyways.
Sometime after the new guy made his moves, and presumably the remaining threat not immediately reacting lethally, it gave Ben enough time to spot his gear. He stared at it blankly, and by this time, all his makeup had probably washed off from the rain and wind. Once he acquired his weapons, Bowie knives sheathed, and revolvers holstered, he was ready to do something. Being rather old-fashioned, he did not know anything about combat matrices, so he had to rely on what he knew.
Up ahead, two soldiers approached, one still affected by the bottle tossed at him earlier. Still feeling heavy-headed from drunkenness, Ben knew he had to make everything count. Still, two six-shot revolvers were probably not much against assault rifles, but he had cover, whereas the two approaching soldiers thus far were walking out in the open.
Not wasting anymore time, Ben partly leaned out of cover and fired each revolver thrice at the appraoching soldiers, either revovler firing at either soldier and following either along. Ben was unsure if he shot anyone due to so much rain and wind, but after firing three times with each revolver, he spun back behind cover, wondering if the soldiers returned fire. Hopefully, the gunfight would give anyone else some time to commit whatever action they intended.
29-Nov-2017 04:59:45