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A wiry figure ghosted from the ruined doorway, his coat discarded revealing his corded musculature hidden beneath a sweat-stained white shirt. A brown leather holster rig criss-crossed his torso, the brass cases of individual rounds catching the harsh sunlight.

The application of a heavy boot ripped the house's door from its hinges, the booming report of a large revolver echoing from within as he stormed inside.

Scant seconds later, he emerged onto the upper floor with an impeccable fluidity of motion, the pistol in his hand spitting the last of its load into the unprotected torso of the house's last remaining defender.

Silhouetted by the rising sun, he turned towards the hunched figure of the girl on the balcony, deftly stowing the pistol as he crossed the room.