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The woman grabbed Kurt by the back of his shirt and yanked him over the bar. Bullets tore holes through the wall over his head.

Kurt clutched his revolver and took a deep breath. He focused his cybernetic eye and turned to face the direction of the men. Releasing his breath, Kurt stood up and prepared to fire.

"May as well hang up the fiddle now, fellows," Kurt said, mockingly, "You gents opened fire in the wrong watering hole."

Before the men could comprehend what was happening, Kurt had already fired his revolver three times, each time creating a neat bullet hole between the eyes of a different offender.

The remaining men were too much in awe of the pair that had returned fire to even raise their weapons.

"Now that we have your attention," Kurt said, a smirk slowly rising to his face, "M'lady, would you like to help me finish these boys off? They're apparently a bit too big for their britches."

Kurt allowed his smirk to grow into a twisted grin that stretched across his face as his finger twitched on the trigger, itching to fire again.