Nashandra vs John

[14:28:03] No duel? Very well.

The finally, overly large font BANG was fire in her direction. Barely, she could tilt her her and avoid it. The shot would end up delivering a cut on her cheek, because that isn't cliché. Next thing you know, it becomes a scar.

A disappointed look reigned on her visage. She wanted to live at least one cowboy scene with him. Whatever those were. No matter, she'd stay true to her word, and point her gun in retaliation. Right at his heart.

"Goodbye, Mister John Wayland."

BANG!

And with these parting words, the trigger was pulled. A bullet was fired, laced with her mana, right at the Outlaw's heart. This would almost instantly kill him, and send him to any God he believed he'd connect with upon death.

The Outlaws would be no more, and Cinderfall was going to get a brutal reminder that they were certainly not safe behind their lodestones and spriggans.
(Nashandra)
[14:32:19] His heart, blown out the back as he hits the ground, His finger still raised as he looks to the sky, eye slowly fadeing with the flames of battle dimmed. The air hums with his failed power, the Leader of the outlaws, finally gone to serve by the side of the gods.

His last act, as he frowns, eye trying to blink. Is wonder if he could have been different if he had tried harder. Doubt.... but he grins again, content as the fadeing light blinds him to the world he fought for. He feels the embrace of Flud as his soul departs, waiting to recive his judgement with Elaedac, and serve in the arena of Caendr. He will be fleecing money from his god before you know it.

[See you later space cowboy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJjnbhSTuqQ]
(John Wayland)