Dom realised he had been seen, and so he moved through the second story, and reaching a window on the other side heaved himself up onto the creaky wooden roof. "I use my guns because I don't have enormous slicers like you do!" Dom screamed back, refering to Drsuj' claws, as he crept along the roof, hopped to the next building over, and sat down behind a shop sign, reloading his guns with 13 bullets a piece, leaving him with about 30 rounds or so... "Bring it on!!"
Drsuj gasped and tried to heave himself back to his feet. When he finally did, he seemed to limp a bit as he tried to chase after Dom. He barely managed to get up to the roof, but by that time, his breathing was coming heavily and it was all he could do just to crash onto his belly on the roof looking up at Dom and the barrel of the gun. "Can we talk real quick? I have no energy to attack and the commandoes won't risk injuring me, so let's have a quick chat." he suggested to Dom quickly in the hopes that during the stalled time either the commandoes would work up the courage to fight or the reinforcements would arrive.
Dom, panting quite a bit himself, for once, agreed with the "Lost" F.L., staring him down, and keeping a firm hand on his gun, the barrel pointed at Drsuj' face. "I don't have much to say to you. I know exactly who you are. You're the convict from my parents cell block. You were bad enough as it was, and then when you got out, you went and joined some criminals to help taint the world even further. If I cleansed you right now, the world would be much safer." He pressed his gun closer to Drsuj' face, and snarled. "Do you have anything to say for yourself? For all you've done!? Even now I'm on the run from you and your group! Just because I tried to stop you from making Bhim an even worse place than it is already! You've persecuted me and my grandaughter for the last time!" He was growing angrier by the second, and only the last scrap of dignity he had kept him from splattering Drsuj' brain all over the wooden rooftop... Pyola immediately had his best sniper still remaining pick up the 'copter's emergency rifle and focus it on Dom, the dim laser sight moving over his head... "This could end up badly..."
Drsuj looked down the barrel of the gun in fear. He also heard Dom's words, they barely registered in his head. During the time that Dom noticed the laser sweep across Dom's face, he stood slightly and yelled at Pyola "Don't shoot!" Drsuj looked up at Dom's harried face he sighed and looked at the ground. "It is true that I was once and still am a convict, but during that time, I had lost control of myself. I had never ment to kill the man, in fact, I had no intention whatsoever. Though, I'll admit, I wasn't planning a jailbreak either, and when Revol broke loose with me, he spoke to me about joining the "Lost." At that point, since it was still such a small group and anything or anyone that knew about it and wasn't part of it was a huge a sacrifice to allow to live. At that point it was do or die." he gasped as he managed to force himself into a sitting position. "And as for your granddaughter, I've never met her in my life, the "Lost" has nothing against her." He stared down the barrel of the gun hoping it would draw away.
Dom snarled, and crouched down, pressing his gun closer into Drsuj' nose. "You decided to join him, and no matter how innocent you may think you are, as soon as you joined that bastard you were condemmed. Your Commander has no respect for anybody, stealing, killing, doing whatever he wants, and he only thinks about himself! You're all a sorry greedy lot! I would kill veery last one of you if I could!" He was foaming at the mouth slightly, due to both dehydration and anger, and his finger slid up and down the trigger, antsy to dispose of the nuisance... "Damn sir, I can't get him behind the sign! I might hit the F.L..." "Wait for a clear shot, but don't fire, if we hit him, it's all over. I can't see much anyways. Lets just hope the Gunslinger loses the advantage..."
Drsuj smirked at the end of the barrel. "Wheter I didn't join then, or if I had ended up in the position I am now, I would have died. And either way, my Commander's actions should in no way, be used, to judge me. Why do you think I'm stuck in the most empty area of the world, the Machina ruins. Either way, I'm dead." he said all this as he tried to snake his tail behind Dom and whip the gun from his hand.
Dom noticed the tail and moved behind Drsuj, motioning with his gun from him to stand. "Don't test me kid, you're still going down with that crazy old spirit. Now walk to the edge of the roof, now." He prodded his gun into Drsuj' back, and remained in his crouch, growling with such rage it was amazing he hadn't killed the F.L. there and then.
Drsuj stood as best he could with the tranq and armor piercings in his body. He moved to the edge of the roof as Dom's gun was prodded in his back. He allowed himself to try to balance on two legs. If he was going down now, he was going down with dignity. He raised his front paws and walked to an area of the roof where the commandoes could see him. He looked back at Dom "you know, there could be a possibility that I could 'kill you' and then 'accidentally loose your body' if I were released now. If you do kill me however, you know there will be no hope for your survival. Look at all the Commandoes ready to shoot you." he said nodding towards the copter.
Dom smiled grimly. "I count seven scared little kids not yet past 50 who just want to prove themselves to someone. I don't have any regrets, even if I die, at least you went first." He fired a normal round into the roof beside Drsuj' right foot. "Go on, lets see if you can survive a twenty foot drop while injured. It looks like my tranq is kicking in nicely, although you're trying to fight it off. I doubt you're going to land safely." He smiled, and then walked up behind Drsuj, pressing close behind him and prodding his gun barrel harder than ever...
drsuj spun around to face Dom as his foot slipped slightly over the edge, "Hey now, let's not get to hasty!" he said now becoming truely a bit afraid. His foot slipped from the roof and he was left dangling from it with only his two paws holding him up.
Dom raised a foot to slam on the fingers, but was interupted by a shot that whizzed past his head. He was forced to leap onto the roof across the alley, and dissappear along the building once more, as Pyola and his Commandoes moved in with underneath Drsuj, with a blanket ready to catch him. "Sir, drop down! We'll catch you! We can still get him!"
Drsuyj released his fingers from the roof, his eyes squeezed shut, hoping nothing would happen to him. He did, indeed have a safe landing onto the blanket. He stood shortly after and glared off after Dom. He now remaineed standing on two legs rather than four at the astonishment of some of the commandoes.
Dom quickly hid himself once again, rechecking his ammo. Spinning the chamber of one of his guns, he came to an armor piercing round, and grinned grimly, the crosshair in his right eye twitching and spinning madly, flashing red every time it passed over where the blue laser from the end of his gun was directed... "Just like an old western...." He muttered, and then holstered his gun and stepped out into the middle of the street, his hand wriggling over the gun handle sticking out of his long brown trenchcoat...
Drsuj brushed himself off momentarily. He turned to a commandoe and held his hand out for a gun. Reciving it, he turned back to Dom. He steppped out into the middle of the street too and watched Dom carefully "So it's a shootout, is it?" he asked. Smirking slightly he said "Say your rules."
Dom smiled, and his crosshair eye spun to a stop, dead locked on Drsuj, glowing a vivid red against the sandy earthen backdrop. The street was fairly wide, wider than one would expect for an old western movie, but the atmosphere was the same. "It's gonna be a draw! Ever hear of one of those, criminal?" Dom shouted, and his fingers wriggled over the handle of his gun, his second crosshair eye locking onto Drsuj and glowing a bright red to match the first. He hadn't used the "Double Cross" in years, but he was sure he still knew how, and was prepared to use it now... "So step into the middle of the street, and we'll do it old fashioned!"
He smirked and pulled up the commandoes gun, locking it onto Dom's chest. "Of course I have Gunslinger." he responded.
Dom smirked, and in a flash drew both his custom guns, crossing them overtop of each other, the blue lasers now a very faint red in the desert sun. "Lets get this show on the road shall we?" Dom muttered, and in a flash, dove to the side, pulling both gun's triggers several times in a second, the barrels rotating smoothly after each round exited the chamber. The rounds flew through the air towards Drsuj, but not a single one hit him... "Thats my first problem down..." Dom muttered, as the remaining Commandoes slumped to the ground, every single one dead with the exception of Pyola. "Drsuj... Sir... I'm... Sorry..." Pyola gasped, blood pouring from a wound in his chest, and he sputtered once, before the blood filled his lungs, and foam bubbled from his mouth and at the entry wound. Drsuj was left alone, with the exception of the Hovercopter pilot, who could barely fire a handgun, let alone pick up one of the fallen Commandoes automatic guns and provide support... Dom casually relaoded his guns, all with normal round, and smiled at Drsuj, motioning a gun towards his now dead troops. "Sorry bout that, but I had to make things fair!"
Drsuj turned and stared horrified at Pyola's death monolouge. Tears formed in his eyes but he didn't allow them to slip down his face. He turned back to Dom "Now who's the monster Gunslinger?" he asked shooting random rounds in Dom's direction. Finally he dived to the side behind some rubble and waited for his opportunity to shoot presented itself.
Dom continued his path, and hit his back against the building opposite, his body carefully concealed behind a barrel and a gutterpipe. "I cleansed them! They were being tainted by a man who should have become non existant long ago, but refused to be consumed by the nothing, driven by feelings of hatred and revenge! Theres no way anyone who works for that man can resist the temptation of those feelings! I'm going to cleanse every last "Lost" member! Including you kid!" Dom roared, and dove out from cover, firing half a gun from each revolver at where Drsuj was concealed. His eyes continued to glow a bloody red, and unknown to Drsuj, a red crosshair, double marked, invisible to anyone without Dom's eyes, was afixed between his eyes, marking him clearly no matter where he went, or what he hid behind. One of them would die before night fell upon the sleepy little desert village, just as the Commandoes had done before, Pyolas body already beginning to attract flies and other small insects... Dusk was fast approaching...
Drsuj, shook slightly. He raised the gun up above the rubble and looked into the finder. As he saw Dom jump from behind the rubble, he shot a few rounds at him. Drsuj looked back at Pyola's body. A new anger took over him. But he refused to succumb to it, he refused to let the Gunslinger's words ring true through Drsuj's own actions.
