Recudor: Woods & Mountains

Exhaling, Sartana drew himself up right and stepped out the door, while drawing his Hi-power. Beginning to make his way up the hall, he walked causally with his pistol hidden in his jacket pocket. Wandering the halls, he listened for any sort of footsteps or chatter. Unable to hear anything notable beside the jingle of his own spurs that jangled gently after each step, he slipped into a side room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Sartana enters the sideroom, besides the previously travelled two spirals that lead up and down the mountain quarry and mines. The sideroom itself is nothing more than a small storage room. A few wooden boxes, nailed firmly shut, a bit of dirt, grass and hay laying about, and a stool in the corner.

Checking to make sure nobody was coming down the stairs, Sartana began to make his way down the stairs, trying to say a quiet as possible. The sound of men talking began to grow louder as he descended the stairs.

"Ah?" anna's voice echoes unheard through the place. "You're not done yet?"
She seems surprised, but plesant.

Sartana comes to one of the floors connecting the dual spirals to each other. There are multiple levels like this, all connected by the two big spiral staircases etched into the heart of the mountain. The level Sartana found himself on seems like a trading post of some kind. Several men are in line either returning or picking up goods and pickaxes and food. There are a good 20-30 people in this section, none of which are paying much mind to him.

Gritting his teeth, Sartana hid himself from sight behind the doorway and checked his weapons. Doing some menial calculations, he had 13 shots from the Hi-Power, 6 more from his singe action, which would be enough from 19 chances to drop everyone in this room. Add 4 more from his new gun he had picked up off WhiteClaw, and would round out to the nice number of 23. He could jump out, and use his draw speed to gun them all down were they stood, but that meant he could not allow himself to miss even a single shot, not to mention that every squeeze of the trigger must be a kill shot. There was also a change that they could just turn around and gun him down before he even got a shot off. Shaking his head at that idea Sartana scowled again. Too much thinking would kill him for sure; same goes for too much waiting around. He’d come too far into the next to turn back now, not to mention his appetite had been reawaken upstairs with WhiteClaw. “Anna” he hissed at him young phantom companion. When she appeared to him, he removed his hat and placed it tenderly on her head. “Eh, if I don’t make it – Just take good care of my hat for me.” He grumbled under his breath to her before standing up right, double checking all of his weapons, making sure they were in working order, and drew out his walkman’s headset and put it comfortably around his ears. Clicking play on the walkman, Sartana drew his Hi-power and four barrel strode out from his cover and into the room, to the sound of Creedence Clearwater Revival. Taking aim with his four barrel, he sighed to four closest men to him; all with their backs turned and began to fire.

Taking a moment to stare at his cards, frowning, sweating, a guard somewhere far off is waging his win-rate. He peeks past the cards at the four other men at the table, most of which are out of the game, and a big pile of money is set on the table. He swears under his breath staring at the 11 and 9.  The only man still in the game, an old-time worker who has worked in this mine for as long as the guard could remember is leaning back in his chair, smiling a dirty grin. The guard grunts. He then slaps the cards on the ground. "I pass...." he finally admits defeat.

A hearty laughter breaks out among all of the others in the room, every one of which knew the guard had just lost a weeks salary to a toothless bastard.

First, a loud crack demands everyone's attention. Then, sudden gunshots echo through the entire cavern. Immediately the men get up from the table, knocking over chairs and scrambling to get their nearest gun as they rush out of the room.


Meanwhile, further below, the screams of Workers and Guards alike fill the air as Sartana guns most of them down with inhuman accuracy. The faint echoes of the gunshots still fade through the entire quarry as whatever few workers throw their pickaxes aside. Of all the people left, only 6 remain. The shopkeep, who is carefully peeking over the counter, trying to stay hidden behind his cover, two men who are fleeing down the spiral away from the unknown assailant and two women and another man who immediately hold up their hands, making no move to escape.

From above and below the hurried footsteps and yells of more guards can be heard as they try to make out the source of the shooting.

Anna laughs heartily as she witnesses the whole ordeal, immediately sinking into the shdaows, and reappearing before the two escapees. She crosses her arms somewhat and tips her hat, looking at them through her eye-less mask and prompting them to stop. Without question, by now, the whole quarry must be alerted, and everyone is either rushing to defend the place or scurrying into the nearest hiding place.

Hastily, Sartana began to reload a fresh magazine into his Hi-power and his Single action. Old instincts had now completely taken over as he whirled around poking over the dead bodies for anything that might be helpful before the wave of guards busted in on him. Quickly he prayed a rifle from one of the closest guards before grabbing a short hacking sword lying in a pool of blood before wiping it clean on a nearby bodied. Griping the rifle in his off hand, and twirling his new sword in the right he sprinted up the stairs to face the oncoming guards in a narrow passage so their numbers would not over whelm him.

As Sartana runs up the spiral staircase the previously left alive workers run the opposite way.

It doesn't take long before Sartana encounters a group of 10 guys decked out with a decent bit of protraction guns and swords, some of which are decently well armored. None of them seem to recognize him, neither as one of them or a stranger. The sheer amount of people in this place must work against them in this case.

A man in the front wearing a good bit of armoring and carrying two short-swords steps forward. "Stop right there! What's going on down there, huh?" the man asks, seemingly entirely oblivious to how out of place Sartana must be.

Wordlessly Sartana Dropped his rifle drew out his Hi-Power and placed a shot though the leading man’s unarmoured throat region before anyone could react. Running forward he then shoulder checked the lead man into his comrades behind him, knocking those on the stairs of balance. His recently found short sword found good use in the cramped and claustrophobic stairwell choping and slicing his threw the reinforcements as they scrambled to retreat

As Sartana shoots the first man down, the others gasp, immediately springing to action. Unfortunately for them the few shots they manage to fire off end up missing as several of the men stumble and fall onto the stairs. The few that remain hastily back up the stairs, with one more man in the front aiming loosely towards the assailant and firing his gun, missing once again in a streak of misfortune.

Drawing breath as yet another shot narrowly past him, Sartana sighed the man who fired at him and paused for a second to weight the sword he still clutched before throwing it at the shooter. Though the blade spun with finesse it was the blunt handle that struck the man in the shoulder. Hearing the reinforcements from behind him begin to closing in, Sartana scrambling over and fast all the bodies that filled up the stairs before darting out of sight from the doorway but not before snatching a fallen carbine for one of the guards.

Sartana hides out of sight behind some conveniently placed boxes and barrels lining the side of the giant spiral. Almost immediately after, some men move past him, suddenly stopping as another group   arrives from the adjacent area. Sartana can't see the men from his cover, but judging by the footsteps and grunts of people he can assume its much more than just a handful of people. He would not have any chance fighting these by his lonesome.

The armed workers and guards are conversing hastily.
"There's no one up here." says one of them, to which another replies; "They must have slipped out further down." and another utters "One of the workers said the boss is dead!"
Not much later the group storms back down the stairs towards the quarry, where the shooting had happened at the heart of the mountain.

Remembering his descend down into the mines Sartana recalls the next area. It would be the last section left before he is back out in the woods, with a big wooden structure and various walkways acting as a man-made floor. He doesn't remember seeing any people above, simply a few rooms and walkways. But he does recall the two guards that had escorted him inside. Both are dead, now, but likely had been replaced in his absence by new men, as well as the guard hidden above in the trees.

Standing upright, Sartana moved out of his hiding spot and adjusted the carbine and checking in magazine; fourteen shots left. He then crept back out down the stairway after his would-be pursuers; grabbing the rifle he dropped form earlier.

Moving back into the main room he could the see the group had hauled, and now were probably discussing their next move. With their boss dead and the chaotic shootings that had just taken place everyone was shaken up. Bringing his carbine up two his shoulder and began unloading the weapon upon his pursuers. Hurling the weapon aside when it ran empty, he switched to the rifle and continued his assault.

Sartana takes down some people in his blood lust, managing to at least tag another 6 people. Unsure whether they are dead or simply wounded as he switches to the other rifle he notices the sheer mass of people below him. With both groups together it must be a good 50-60 people, far more than he could realistically handle by himself.

Surprisingly the group doesn't really fight back, with some of the men and women scrambling for cover and throwing their weapons aside. It is only then when Sartana hears Anna's by now almost crazed and hysteric laughing that the thought creeps through his mind that most of these workers might either be abducted or forced to work here, or simply have no other choice given their situation.

A sharp pain suddenly runs through his entire body and he feels the sudden intense headache. His vision blurs as he struggles to stay conscious but another heavy blow to the back of the head finally knocks him out.