As the one he'd been shooting fell, the slinger twirls his dual pistols and slides them home in their holsters with a flourish all too natural to him. Swinging upon the back of his horse, he reigns the mighty beast back and turns quickly.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen! If it would behoove you, this would make an opportune moment to make haste and, as they used to say back in the day.... get the hell out of dodge!"<br/><br/>The horse moved to and fro quickly, seeming ready to burst into a gallop at any moment.<br/><br/>"If one of you requires, there is a spot upon the back of my oh-so-fine steed here. I wouldn't want y'all's death heavy on my conscience."