"What are you? Her lover?" Abraham scowled. "Should've figured you for a monster fu..."

BANG!

Sentenza's face twitched ever so subtly. as the sound of his gun firing cut off Abraham.

"Eeeeewwww? Wwwwiiittthhhh hhhhiiiimmm?" Bakade groaned. "Tttthhhaaaattt'dddd bbbbeee sssoooo wwweeeiiirrrddd."

Abrahm stood stunned for a second as vital parts of his brain were now missing. But it was only a moment. With expert precision and speed, his body replaced the missing parts bit by bit, molecule by molecule.

Abraham smirked. "You would've killed me if I was a normal man."

"I wish that would've killed you normal or not," Sentenza remarked.

Abraham stretched his neck from one side then to the other. At the final stretch, there was a loud crack, and he let out a contented groan.

"Not every relationship is sexual." Sentenza snapped. "Or is it that the church just gave you a bad example?"

Abraham's face changed from excited to a scowl almost instantly.

"Hit a nerve did I?" Sentenza smirked. "Guys of the cloth like you are easy enough to sniff out. That conceited air, the self-important bloated ego. Heh, it'd be harder not to realize what you are."

"Ccchhhuuurrrccchhh? Wwwwhhhaaattt aaarreee yyyooouuu tttaaalllkkkiiinnnggg aaabbbooouuuuttt?" Bakade asked.

Abraham leaped forward towards the stairs where Sentenza was standing.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sentenza shot Abraham five times. One in each of his limbs, and the fifth in his chest. As his body fell to the ground, He glared at Sentenza. His look was so intense, it was surprising that Sentenza's leather coat didn't catch on fire.

"He's nothing more than an attack dog." Sentenza explained as he hobbled down the stairs. "Bred and raised to kill, and follow orders."

Abraham snarled from the ground as his body twisted and writhed on the floor.

"IIIII dddooonn'ttt uuunndddeeerrsstttaaannnddd." Bakade said. "Wwwhhhoo'sss ooorrddeeerrrsss iiiisss hhheee fffooollloowwwiiinnggg. Aaaalllssssooo, cccooouuulllddd yyyooouu ssstttoooppp ssshhhoootttiiinnnggg pppeeeoopppllleee fffooorrr ffffiiiivvveee mmmiiinnnuuuttteeesss?"

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Sentenza reloaded his pistol in a fraction of a second. He kept it in his hand as he made it all the way down the stairs. "I'll stop shooting, when people stop deserving it."

Abraham stood up and took in a deep breath. Then, he slowly let it out. "This isn't over."

"I know," Sentenza said dismissively.

Abrahm scowled, turned his back on them, and stormed away.

"How are you feeling? Better?" Sentenza asked Bakade as he seemed to completely ignore Abraham.

Bakade watched Abraham leave, and then turned back to Sentenza and nodded. "Yyyyeeeaaahhh aaallllll bbbeeetttteeeerrr."

Sentenza rubbed his neck as he looked her up and down. "Uh huh."

"Yyyyooouuu'rrreee ttthhheee oooonnneee wwwhhhooo llllooookkksss hhhuuurrrttt ssstttiiillll." Bakade pointed out.

Sentenza closed his jacket a little tighter to hide the bandages underneath. "I'm fine," he said curtly.

The wild west assassin walked over towards the front door. "Well, since you're doing alright. I should go check on some things."

"Aaaaallllooottt hhhaaasss ccchhhaaaannnngggeeeddd aaarrrooouuunnddd hhheeerreee." She pointed out.

"Exactly why I need to check on some things." Sentenza replied.

As she moved to take a step towards him, he added, "Alone."

Bakade stopped suddenly and stepped back. "Aaaaalllooonnneee?"

Sentenza nodded. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it." he said as he opened the door. "I'll be back. But uh, don't wait up."

Bakade let out a sigh and turned to the hollow king who had just been standing there the whole time. "Wwwhhhaaattt? Nnnnooottthhhiiinnnggg sssnnnaaarrrkkkyyy tttooo sssaaayyy?"

The emaciated man's face slowly twisted into a smile as a slow whisp of air escaped from in-between his lips.

Bakade giggled. "Ooookkkaaayyy, ttthhhaaatttt oooonnneee wwwaaaasss ppprrreettyyyy gggoooddd."

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Sentenza knelt down and dug his fingers into the dirt. He lifted his hand up and rubbed the dirt between his fingers.

"Hmm," he murmured.

Sentenza stood up and looked around. He narrowed his eyes at his unfamiliar surroundings. He walked forward and stopped in front of a short shed.

He put his hand on the wooden wall in front of him and frowned. He raised his other hand and put it on the wall as well. Slowly, he leaned in closer, and pushed his ear up against the side of the building, then knocked on the wall.

Thud. Thud.

Sentenza pulled away and shook his head as he scratched his scarred neck.

Next, he walked around the building as he muttered under his breath. Each side was the same, almost as if someone had printed them out from the same template. No door, and no windows. Just a wooden box with a slanted roof a good ten feet off of the ground.

With a sigh, Sentenza pulled his hat off of his head, and scratched his scalp with his other hand. He clicked his tongue, and reached up for the roof, but it was out of reach.

His head turned around and searched his surroundings, but he turned back with a disappointed look on his face. After he put his hands on his hips for a moment, Sentenza walked back up to the box.

He ran his hands down along the wood, and he would knock on the wall occasionally.

Thud. Thud. Thunk.

Sentenza paused and ran his hand back to where the wood had sounded different. He knocked again.

Thunk. Thunk.

The assassin took a few dozen steps back. He eyed the wall, and then ran at it as fast as he could. He lowered his shoulder, and...

CRASH!

He flew straight through the wall, and tumbled onto the ground as the wood shattered around him. It wasn't much of an entrance, but enough that he could slip back out if he moved sideways.

With a pained grunt, he stood back up and brushed off the bits of wood. There was even an especially large chunk that had pierced through his leather jacket and cut the side of his shirt. If it had been just a few inches to the side, it would have pierced straight into his stomach.

But it didn't, and he was fine. Or as fine as could be expected under the circumstances.

He looked up, and there it was. His covered wagon. Sitting on the gravel that used to be all over this area. Sentenza glanced back at the new opening, and then turned and walked towards his wagon.

He flung open the flaps and carefully inspected the contents. Everything looked like how he had left it. Yet, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

He carefully picked up several blankets to reveal a small portal. He reached his hand inside and closed his eyes.

Almost immediately his eyes flung open, and he quickly pulled his hand back out. As he inspected his arm, there was nothing in his hand. He looked down at the portal and frowned before he covered it up again.

With a small grunt, he lifted himself up into the wagon, and began to dig around until he found an old hammer, and a wooden box with some miscellaneous nails. He haphazardly tossed both out of the wagon, and then grabbed some flat wooden boards and tossed them out as well.

"Well, better close it up again," he muttered to himself as he hopped out of the wagon. Sentenza knelt down to pick up a board, and groaned a bit as he stood up straight again.