One Shot

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I walked into the taven, looking for the bounty board. I spot it all the way in the back, damn. I make my way back there, but I am stopped by one of the other bounty hunters.

"Hey, aren't cha the Time Hunter?" He was a thick fellow, approximately 6'7 and he probably weighted 300 pounds.

"Yeah..." I muttered, just wanting to get past him to reach the bounty board. All of a sudden the hulking male started laughing, well it was more like a roar.

"I knew it, I can tell the killer of my family, you can see it in their eyes." He said this cheerfully at first, but after his statement, he pulled out his coin tosser. Ten shots. That's all he has. I jump up before his index finger could even touch the trigger. Time Stamp. I stay in midair for a while, admiring the view. Everyone seem so happy, too bad they're about to witness a murder.

I pull out my Fate Changer, six shots. I take aim, boom boom boom. Three shots wasted. One to the head, one to the heart, the last to the liver. Should have just mourned instead of trying to get revenge.

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