Baiken - Free had too much fun writing this woman I'm telling you

Around her, the zombies slowly approached, but Baiken was far from concerned. One shambled their way to the front, with a revolver on his hip and a gold star on his chest. His right eye was missing, his jaw had been torn away, and one arm had been ripped off, but it wasn't his gun arm. That was all that mattered. Baiken saw this, sighed, and sheathed her sword.

"You don't have a chance of getting out of here alive," Mr. Knight said. "My job's to kill you, and I'd rather do it quick if I get to choose. Better for me, better for you." Truth be told, he was hoping she took the offer. Baiken was no joke, and if he could avoid the fight while satisfying the Director enough to get off their case...

Baiken didn't respond, keeping her eye trained on the sheriff. The duel could begin at a moment's notice, the slightest twitch a signal to strike. A light gust of wind rushed through the room, blowing a tumbleweed along the floor between them.

BANG!

Baiken stood taller, relaxed her shoulders, and sheathed her sword.

...Again?

The tinkling of metal on stone echoed around the room as two halves of a bullet bounced off the wall behind Baiken, one on either side. Then, a moment later, the sheriff's head exploded in a fountain of gore as his body split down the middle.

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 2