Santos couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what happened. In a short span of time, the would be fugitive executed a distracting maneuver worth of a pirate novel, only for chasers to keep appearing, and Rose, the lovely Rose doing a performance worthy of a circus. [i]That woman keeps getting more and more interesting day by day.[/i] He thought to himself while he cradled his bottle, warding it off in these strange circumstances.

More things happened. First of all, the Rat had gotten rather angry at Rose who had essentially prevented his escape and he was aiming at her. [i]Now that isn't good. I might need to intervene to help a damsel in distress.[/i] He clenched his fist, only to see a chinese cowboy sort of guy using a [i]sword[/i] of all things against the fugitive. [i]What kind of showoff brings a sword to a gunfight?[/i] He thought to himself. However, that solved the problem of coming to Rose's help. Also the fugitive was apparently ten grand, not just one, so the old soldier thought to let her linger without his help a little longer for her deception. That made him ponder going after him as well, if not because things as they were now, splitting the reward any further would bring far more trouble than worth.

His eyes wandered at the multitude of patrons that had scattered, only to see the pretty thing of the Sheriff... not so well. She was [i]smashed[/i]. Santos couldn't help but let a chuckle out. Sheriff Charlotte wanted to play the tough guy... and she was a woman bound to fail miserably at that regard. Perhaps if she had lived her life as woman she would've been happier. Still that made him realize that possible Rose, the guy in the ragged mask and mr chinese sword guy were currently the best thing the town could offer to stop the bandit.

"Perhaps I should start bringing my gun in these town strolls. What an incovenience." He finally sighed as he took out his jacket and wrapped the expensive bottle in it, like if it were a baby. He then hid the bottle beneath some crates, far from the prying eyes of drunkards. He inhaled and began walking towards the standoffish situation.

"Oi, mr O'Hennessey." He started talking out loud. "That was the sloppiest attempt at escaping I've ever seen. Just surrender, it's obvious that this isn't your day. Or night for the matter." He kept on walking. "You know that if you shoot lady Rose, one of our prettiest flowers in the entire town, no less than a dozen of men will want to hang you by morning without waiting for the authorities."

He paused."So be a good lad and stay down. You can always escape later, but if you lose your life or kill her it's the end of the road for you. Do you understand?"