((Rolled nine, power number!))

Alphonse was pointing his gun at the cyclops when Sylvester shouted at him.  "Well," he said, shaking cyclops blood off of his arm, and not lowering his gun which was now aimed lazily in Sylvester's direction.  "It would not have been half as messy if you had waited one second for me to pull the trigger."

He shifted his gun's aim slightly and pulled the trigger.  The bullet ripped past Sylvester and hit one of the last two monsters.  It passed neatly through and embedded in the second monster, killing both.  

"Still," he continued drawling as if he hadn't just scored a sweet double kill, "I made use of the bullet while you were busy blathering."  

He strolled toward the fallen monsters, reloading his gun as he walked.  As he approached, the man that had been under attack was getting up from his defensive curl, and extended a hand to help the woman up.  Both were scratched and bit, with a few nasty gashes, but neither were vitally injured.  

The blood soaking the earth all around began to be washed away by a sudden rain, which steamed on the burning courthouse and lessened the flames. 

"Excellent," Alphonse said, holding his sword elegantly resting on his shoulders, and his gun ready and waiting in his other hand.  "What else will rear its ugly head today?"