The sound of footsteps on wood, the faint tinkle of spurs, and the pathetic whimpering of a man who was probably about to die. The moment was soon, the time of falling. Where either man could kill the other, a single moment between them. 

Jonah spoke. [i]"You good an' dead there par'ner?"[/i] Shin's mask had loosened from his wound, the skin that held the strap tight had flaked off from its own weight. 

Now or never. 

Jerking forward, eye wild with fire. Shin's arm extended, his left arm, the arm that carried his deathly tool. "Not quite!" He screamed, his mask flew off to the side as he jerked forward. Revealing the damage done to his face, both previously and currently. 

His finger tensed viciously and he unleashed a volley of shots, losing count as he whipped the gun up. Several shots lined with his target's body. One along the fingers holding the Mistress, a couple up his arm, and a few across his chest. With his salvo unleashed, it was now or never. If he didn't get him now, he wouldn't get him ever.