sheriffexe | [ WEEK THREE – KILL LOG (OCELOT) ]

[ It's late. Extremely late. Dead of the night type late and when Ocelot comes to, it will be on a pile of bones. At least, that's what they feel like considering how dark it is. The entire floor seems to crack and crumble with every slight press against it and and the air feels very, very still.

If Ocelot looks up, he will see a large hole in the ceiling, slight bits of light coming from very high up but not enough to illuminate the location but enough to show that this place, is pretty far underground.

After a moment, the Sheriff's head appears in the light and he seems to be holding a flashlight. ]

You ain't dead yet, right? Good. Sending someone down for ya in a bit. Don't make it a whole... thing, thanks. Be seein' you, partner.

[ Then he drops the flashlight down into the pit and there's when the rest of it is revealed. Smooth stone walls in a perfect circle, floor covered in human remains, and one very large pile of weapons, all crusted over in dried blood in one way or another. A lot don't even match the theme of the setting, showing modern day pistols and even a medieval flail.

For all those comments about fights to the death, it looks like this actually is one. ]

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[ Nisha snorts skeptically. If video footage was a problem, they wouldn't be staging these murders in a badly-lit hole in the ground. Probably the whole place is full of microcameras, if they don't just have some crazy omniscience thing going on.

But that's not really the important part right now, not when they're down to this, so she tosses her cigar away as well. ]

Nisha Kadam.

...Adamska.

[Lowers his arms to his sides, hovering his hand close to his revolver.]

[ She nods very slightly, her lips twitching upward. ]

I prefer noon to the dead of night for this sort of thing, but we'll make do.

[ She moves her hand toward her own pistol. ]

I know just what you mean.

[He's getting really into it now. Squinting as if there WERE a noon sun. Imaginary tumbleweeds going by.]

......DRAW!

[He whips his gun up from holster into aim in an instant, one hand on the grip squeezing the trigger, the other knocking the hammer back on top with his palm. He fires off one bullet quickly, aimed at her head, but if she moves it's going to knock her hat off instead. He's moving at the same time, dodging towards the huge weapon pile to get into cover behind it.]

[ Nisha draws at the same time, and her pistol cracks as she fires, aimed unerringly between his eyes—but the bullet shoots through empty space where he used to be. Her hat falls to the side as she mirrors his motion, and as he takes cover she starts circling to get line of sight on him again. ]

Time to make your peace!

[Ocelot raises his arms up over the pile to fire off a couple chasing shots before she's entirely in view. It's not a great position, so he retreats again behind the weapons.]

It's been a long time since I've felt a tension like this...

[ She laughs manically as his shots fly by her. They're enough to make her keep moving, and she fires again herself as she thinks she sees a flash of his clothes through the pile of miscellaneous weaponry. It's not exactly a solid piece of cover.

She doesn't manage to thread the shot through the gaps, though, and the bullet just pings off a broadsword. ]

You'd better enjoy it while it lasts.

Heh. Think you can beat me?

[Smiling, he settles back and adjusts a battle axe with his foot, so the broad side of the blade's surface reflects at an angle towards the open part of the room.]

[Now he patiently raises his gun with one arm, eyes on the blade, and aims way to the side, away from Nisha. He fires off one shot at the smooth stone wall. But rather than embedding, it glances off of the surface and ricochets right towards Nisha's arm.]

[ She doesn't expect that one, and the bullet slices a deep gash in her upper arm. Her grip on her pistol loosens involuntarily and she drops it, onto the dark ground among the bones and other bloodied weapons. ]

—Ugh, shit!

[Hearing the gun clatter down, he comes out of cover, shedding bullet casings from his revolver as that was the last round in the chamber.]

I love to reload during a battle. There's nothing like the feeling of slamming a long silver bullet into a well-greased chamber.

[He has to finish reloading before he can fire at her again. But he reloads very fast, flicking the bullets into the gun at alarming speed.]

[ After the immediate shock of the shot wears off, Nisha is laughing again. ]

That hurts so good.

[ Despite dating the president of Hyperion, Nisha’s always been a Jakobs gal as far as guns go. But in this specific situation, she can see the appeal of Tediore. Digistructing a brand new gun is way faster than even the quickest reload.

Which is to say, Nisha reaches for her side, where her storage deck now sits on her hip, and a shotgun forms in her hand out of pixilated glints of light. She lifts it to aim at Ocelot immediately. It would be easy to just headshot him, get this done with, but she's really enjoying this. She aims for his shoulder and fires, the spray of the shotgun enough to catch a good portion of his arm, too. ]

Ngh! You got me good...

[His shoulder is nearly destroyed by the shot, limiting his ability to lift his arm. Blood pours down his arm inside his duster coat sleeve.]

[Good thing he's ambidextrous.]

[He swaps his revolver to the other hand in an instant and fires at the wall again. It bounces once, twice around the room, before careening towards Nisha from behind.]

[ Nisha's expecting something like that this time—she double-wields pistols sometimes too—and she moves the instant his gun fires. The bullet still grazes her side, but she's so into it now that it doesn't even faze her. The opposite, really; the pain makes her eyes light up with pleasure. ]

Hah! Nice try. I'm not bad at trick shots myself, you know.

[ And she blasts a shot at his other arm. ]

But it does more damage this way.

[His attempt to dodge isn't fast enough. And now his other arm is ruined. His grip on the revolver quivers as he struggles to hold it, but then the gun slips from his hand, clattering on the floor.]

[So that's it, then.]

[He looks ahead at her, smiling determinedly. Slowly and shakily, he forces himself to raise his arms as much as he can, until just barely, he gestures at her, finger-gunning with both hands.]

You're pretty good...

You're pretty badass yourself. But this is the end.

[ For this she slings her shotgun back into her storage deck, materializing a new pistol in her hand and pointing it directly at his eye.

Then she fires the bullet straight through his head, with unerring accuracy. ]

[ WEEK THREE – KILL LOG (OCELOT) ]

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I'm sorry I just have to use this boss battle quote it's the best line ever

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