Two more shots rang out from the Tired Old Gun, and then he moved. Or retreated, would be the more accurate term, as both his weapons were spent he kicked his way into a general goods store on his side of the street and retreated from Shin’s view, narrowly avoiding one of his bladed projectiles as it cut through the fabric of his coat. Jonah looked around as the door slammed shut behind him and blades slammed into it, directly in front was the counter and the cowering shop-keeper. To his right was a display window for all sorts of items, but more importantly it saw out into the street. Both his revolvers were in his belt by this point rather than their holsters, the shell casings having skittered onto the floor as he emptied the chambers. Once again making a mundane task look like magic, he reloaded with rounds off his belt, doing both weapons simultaneously with a single hand each.

As he reloaded and looked around, Shin was skirting around his post, likely having stopped firing as his target escaped his view. If he kept firing, those blades could very well cut through the thin wooden wall eventually, so Jonah started moving further into the shop, putting shelves between him and the new Sheriff. He re-holstered both his revolvers as he reached the counter, skittering a dollar coin over to the cringing man on the other side. 

“Sorry ‘bout this mister.” He tipped his hat, and kicked his way out the back door. It was time to reconsider his approach, manoeuvring was all important in a fight like this one.