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[color=#837E7C]This was going badly.

The stranger was less than pleased at their offer of peace. Whatever Simon had done, it had to have been pretty bad to upset such a tall and foreboding man. Jules' strained grin steadily faded from her lips as he continued to speak. Why, she actually had a chance of playing the poster off, then? Tension steadily grew in the air as the man's fierce gaze went back to her newfound mustachioed "friend". Yeah, the guy was definitely itching for a fight after what Simon pulled off. Something told her that she should flee, though if she left, she might miss the fight. Drama was always fun to watch, wasn't it? Then again, this was the type of drama that she should stay out of... 

The bartender was having none of it. He told them to get out. Jules was thankful for the momentary distraction; if she was quick enough to slip by the tall stranger, she could get on her horse and leave town with or [i]without[/i] the kid that threatened her. She glared at the back of the man's head as he turned away from them. As she was plotting her next course of action, something [i]wooshed[/i] through the air. It struck the back of the man's head and shattered into many pieces; the shards of glass scattered across the floor as the whole saloon fell silent. That silence radiated off everyone, many eyes staring at the tall man to see what he would do next. Jules was one of them, her shoulders tense as she awaited his next--

Something crashed into her face and sent her through the door of the saloon and crashing to the floor. Pain came first. It seared over her face and head; God, that shit [i]hurt.[/i] Jules let out a muffled groan only to feel blood well inside of her mouth. Had she gotten shot? Kicked by a horse? The whole room spun around her in circles, only increasing the nausea she felt. She set a palm against the floor as she attempted to get up to her feet. Her whole body felt heavy, she couldn't see out of her left side, and she felt something hot and sticky run down her face. Whatever it was that hit her, it had messed her up [i]bad.[/i]

[color=#41A317][b][i]"Y-you son of a bitch..."[/i][/b][/color] she slurred out. Her words were punctuated by a harsh cough that only spilled more blood to the floor. Jules gasped lightly in pain as she clung to the wall. There were four of that tall man now, two of the doorway, and four of Simon... Hell, how wasn't she knocked out? Raising a hand to her face, she felt blood coat her palm. He had definitely broken her nose. Fucked up her eye pretty bad too, that was obvious. She glared at the man again only to see that something large and white hovered near him. Was that... a ghost? An angel? [i]Was she dying?[/i] She couldn't even muster out words. Whatever that thing was, it didn't look friendly. Groaning again in a mixture of shock and pain, she leaned heavily upon the chair and wiped away some blood on her sleeve. God damn it, if she had to fight, then she had no other choice. But for the moment, she had to regain her bearings-- and know [i]exactly[/i] what she was up against. [color=#41A317][b]"What in... God's name is [i]that?"[/i][/b][/color][/color]