Attempted action scene

October 24th 1878, perhaps 7pm

“Now watch, boy. When this is finished, you can go home.” Bill spoke slowly, deliberately, his voice strong and unwavering. Impatience rode his words, and calm anger propelled them, gave them strength. His stare burrowed into the young man’s eyes from under that ragged leather hat. Turning his attention to his opponent, Bill nodded his head.

Down the road, perhaps 50 meters, his opponent stood ready. Leaning into the slight breeze, his bared teeth held a lit cigarette in a death grip. A colorful, dirty sash drifted lazily behind him, mimicking the trail of smoke from his mouth. His hands rested atop the handles of his pistols, one on each hip. His grin split his face into a twisted mockery of a smile. Poised to draw and fire at any moment, he waited for Bill to take up his own stance.

"Are you gonna draw, or am I gonna just cut you down now?” Bill’s voice was gravel. His stern calm broke into a more directly angered glare. His opponent raised an eyebrow. He grunted, and his hands barely seemed to move. In an instant, the pistols were pointing forward and firing. Each shot exploded like thunder, and the clap was punctuated with a white flash. Bill’s motions were untraceable. The first bullet was cut from the air in a smooth, instantaneous arc. The second was lightly side-stepped. After only a few shots, the gunslinger stopped. He swallowed, clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

His sneer returned and he raised his pistols again, “I guess I’ll get to do more than just shoot ya.” Again the thunder rolled from his shined steel hammers. This time, Bill began zig-zagging up to his opponent. Again, his movements were inhumanly fast. The gunslinger started backing up, but Bill was too fast for him. Two more deflected bullets, and it was too late. The gunslinger leapt back, Bill was already airborne.

One last thunder clap, and an arc of pure white. Bill stood for a moment, finally leaving his sword visible for more than a single stroke. The blade was like ivory, clean and white. Despite nearly bisecting his opponent, it was unblemished by blood. It steamed slightly in the dimming light. He quickly sheathed it and turned to face the fallen gunslinger, revealing blood trailing down his arm.

“You’re pretty damn fast, aren’t ya? Haven’t been grazed in a while, now.” The gunslinger’s eyes were wide and panicking. As they rolled around in his head, he sputtered and convulsed. Blood and spit flung from his gasping mouth, but losing a lung seemed to be making it harder to speak. His pistols were cleaved in half, one on either side of his limp legs. “See you later.” Bill lowered the brim of his hat, turned and walked away.

Something i'm working on...

It'll be here later, but for now, Welcome!

This is a place for me to post my drafts (as the title and description indicate) and gather criticisms and hopefully start to grow as a writer. Also, if you want, i think i can do the whole guest poster thing on here and you all can post your stuff, too, right?

Edit: Yeah, i found the settings, i can totally make this a draft space for anyone who wants to write.

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-lostinthesauce