<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Meytir simply chuckled at Apyrl's retort as she blew a raspberry in his direction, <strong>"Clean as the driven snow? Ha, I find that hard to believe."</strong> he replied quickly to her statement as the Drifter's mother approach. A gun shot was heard as The Designer's revolver left a trail of smoke and the bullet hole was located directly below Gun's crotch. When she spoke her words after getting the man's attention Meytir smirked lightly as he saw the trail of sweat fall down Gun's face, but when she turned her attention to him and spoke her words of seduction, Meytir gave her a surprised look caught off guard by her action.<br/><br/>He quickly recovered and in turn nodded to the red-haired temptress as he spoke, <strong>"Thank ye, Ma'am. Quite the sight yerself if I may add."</strong> When her mouth parted and her tongue licked across her pearly whites, Meytir was unsure to either be aroused or intimidated by it but either way she caught his eye for the moment. As they conversed it was quickly interrupted a bright flash rendering everyone blind temporarily. Meytir's body grew goosebumps as the sudden loss of his vision was apparent and after a few moments of rubbing his eyes he saw the gunman rush out the back door quickly followed by the preacher.<br/><br/>Meytir finally recovering from the daze looked over the group making sure everyone was alright before seeing Gun rush back into the Saloon with a dead look upon his face and his skin pale white. Meytir looked at the man in a puzzled look wondering why he ran back in before it quickly being answered by the loud whistling approaching the Saloon.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah son of a --"</strong> were the only words he could sound out before the bar suddenly exploded into a burst of flames engulfing majority of it's residents. <br/><br/>Meytir took a knee covering his brow with his arm with weapons drawn, taking a quick moment to pat down the flames on his shirt and jeans with the other, and thought aloud, <strong>"Looks like the drinks are on the house."</strong> He spoke noticing the bartender being engulfed in the explosion. The explosion flew his hat across the room, luckily landing next to his feet, however his jacket was not as fortunate. With a swift action he rolled to a nearby table picking up his hat as he did so and took cover.<br/><br/><strong>"Guess it's time for a new jacket anyway."</strong> he muttered as the Gatling guns began to fire laying waste to whomever remained. Meytir grabbed a piece of fragmented glass and used it as a make shift mirror to see the attackers, cats no less. <strong>"Good thing I'm a dog person"</strong> he sighed sarcastically before seeing the preacher dispatch one and began to pointlessly waste his ammunition. He also watched as the Catholic girl deflected the cat's attack before plugging a round square into it's chest. <br/><br/>After a moment of surveying the situation one of the gunners saw a glint reflecting from Meytir's mirror and pointed the gun in his direction and began to fire wildly as the table began to get chewed up by the oncoming onslaught from the gunfire. Meytir need to act and quickly, he deftly lunged to the side as he released three rounds from his guns before landing behind another piece of furniture, with two shots aiming directly at the gunner on the right and one for the loader. </span></span>