The Firing Range, Early Afternoon

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Joxer was going over his arsenal with Pete. "...and then, I got this!" he said, producting a knife where the handled was about twice as big as the blade. "Isn't it the best knife ever?"

Pete was attending to his piece, but glanced up. "That's the dinkiest piece of weaponry I've ever seen."

"Size isn't everything," Joxer said. "It's what you can do with it, that's what counts."

"Ain't got much by way of range with a weapon like that. You need somethin' with more . . . punch." He held up his piece. "Somethin' like this little lady here."

Joxer grabbed his crossbow out of the locker. "Somethin' like this, you mean?" He grinned. "It's bigger than yours."

Pete scoffed. "It's a damned antique is what it is. That ain't got nothin' on a good, solid gun."

"Oh, and I suppose this is really solid?" Joxer said, making a grab for Pete's piece.

Pete gaped and trembled. "You--you--you're touchin' my piece! You're touchin' my piece!"

"Come on, if you're so proud of it, let me just... How am I supposed to know it's so good, huh?" Joxer protested.

"N-nobody touches Pete's piece!" Pete snatched his gun back and began gently petting it. "It's okay, baby, I don't blame you, you know I'd never blame you,"

"...It's just a gun," Joxer said. "Come on, let me see it!" He reached for it again.

"Just a gun? What kind of idiot wanna be girly man of a warlord are you, that you don't know a high class, gorgeous piece of deadly weaponry when you are graciously allowed to lay eyes on it? Your hands are not worthy of the mere presense of my piece!"

"Girly... I'm a hero." Joxer made an upset face. "You're just jealous that I get more love than you around here. I don't need a stupid gun."

"You're an idiot! I'm callin' you out!"

"You're... You can't ask me out! I have a girlfriend!"

"A duel, moron! To the death! For besmirchin' the pride of the Hutter name and touchin' my piece!"

"I've never besmirched anything in my life," Joxer said. "I... you're on! I'm not gonna stand by and let you sully my name!"

"Choose. Your. Weapon."

Joxer held up his crossbow. "Better than some stupid gun."

"We'll just see about that!" Pete strapped his holster to his waist and tucked his piece in, backing off to a respectable distance, and kind of wishing that they were in a dustry road by a saloon instead of an indoor firing range.

Still, couldn't be helped.

"Prepare to see why they say I'm the fastest draw west of the Colorado! circa 1895 an' exceptin' Brisco County, Jr."

"Cause you're a really good artist?" Joxer quipped, putting his crossbow at his side, and arrow ready.

"How do we do this, anyways? I normally duel with a sword..."

Pete rolled his eyes. "You draw and shoot each other! Well, first, there's this whole part about amping up the dramatic tension of the scene by starin' down at each other, waitin' to see who's gonna draw first, but I say we skip that part."

So saying, Pete drew his piece and fired at Joxer's chest.

Joxer fell over backwards with the impact of the shot, gasping and coughing. His legs writhed on the ground.

Pete did a little dance of joy. "That's why I'm in charge!"

Then he realized that, oh, wait, he might have just killed his sidekick.

Best to make sure, at the very least.

He edged over. "Joxer. Are you dead?"

Joxer, in a daze (since the poor guy had just been, you know, shot), raised his crossbow and fire it at Pete.

It's hard to miss from that distance.

Pete toppled backwards, the end of a crossbow bolt sticking out from just beneath the brim of his hat.

Joxer staggered to his feet, clutching at his chest. He looked down... and saw that the bullet Pete had fired was embedded in the breastplate of his armor.

"Hey, it really does save your life," he said.

And then he looked at Pete, and dropped his crossbow in fright.

"Oh Zeus I killed him!" He blubbered for a moment, a couple emo tears down his cheeks. "Oh man... Pete... I... Oh no..."

He ran out the door.

Pete didn't even twitch.

[ooc: preplayed with the wonderful forgottenpants. No IC interaction possible (as Pete needs the scene to FTB in order for his miraculous powers of recovery to occur), but OOC commenting highly loved.]