Mordeci sprinted through the ruins, cackling with inhuman glee at the site before him A human mage had been trying to study ancient runes when he had arrived. They had announced their presence with a hail of bullets from himself and a murderous rush from his partner, Krieg. They had killed the man’s friends, and now he was running through the ruins blindly, trying to escape from the fury of the two inquisitors.

Mordeci was gaining on him, and he drew his knives, Letting out a maniacal scream of glee. This was the end for the mage. Krieg stepped out in front of the mage, trapping him in the street.

“Young man, allow us to cleanse your soul of this evil, as we did your friends!” he whispered darkly, giving the man an eerie, toothy grin.

Meanwhile A forty year old Prussian huntsman was nearby and watched this enitere scene through scope of his gun
- Mein gott those people are ze monsters I need to help that youngster
Then Hans aims at one in funny looking hat and pulls the trigger, hoping that it would knock one guy out

Krieg glanced at Mordeci, then at Hans. He pulled out his revolver, aiming it at Hans, before firing. 

"Mordeci, deal with the digresser. I will keep this cretin here for you." He hissed, stepping up to the mate and pulling his cutlass from its sheath, and placing it over the wizard's neck, prepared to slit his throats at the first sign of resistance.

He wanted this one dead; if he had a chance to live, he could possibly spread his vile beliefs and dark arts, and that was something Krieg wanted none of.

Mordeci's lightning reflexes are the only thing that saved him. As the shot rang out, he spun to the side as the bullet hit the brim of his hat, turning it slightly. He reached up, fixing it, before sheathing his knives and drawing his handguns. As Krieg spoke to him and grabbed the young mage, he snarled. 

"With the utmost pleasure." he said, walking quickly towards the man who had fired, his coat billowing in the wind as he raised his revolvers, firing once from each, countig his shots. He could beat this man easily, even outraged in such a way.

- Shize how is this posible
Hans starts to run to find some better cover so he could preaper next shot, he found such place behind little ruined wall, behind which he ducked, pulled bolt and aimed again at Mordecai after that he pulled the trigger

"Hurry, Mordeci, or I will finish this one myself," Krieg grunted, watching tenaciously as the two began their fight. He tightened his grip on the Silver Fate and the mage's head, pushing them closer together. He muttered something about dark arts and their corruption.

[size=33]Mordeci turned back to Krieg, smiling once more as the man ran away. “Do you see that, Krieg? They run at the slightest hint of danger! Cowards and mages, the finest prey.” he shouted. And the another shot rang out, as a bullet flew through the air, piercing his side. As blood trickled from his wound, he turned slowly. Underneath his mask, his smile had fallen.[/size]

[size=33]“Do what you will with that one, Krieg. I’m gonna have some fun with the blasphemer.” He charged, adrenaline killing the pain in his side, unloading each round of his revolvers in the hunter’s direction, ten .44 bullets flying through the air, with frightening accuracy. He holstered his now spent guns, drawing his knife, unleashing a bloodcurdling scream.[/size]

Hans again pulled the bolt and was ready to shoot, but then one bullet had hit him in the head, and so he was basicly dead, like super dead

Krieg laughed, "The Heretic is dead already? Such a shame. And to think there would be some sort of drama to his death." He pulled his revolver and sheathed his cutlass, "Bow to deal with the mage. I hereby declare you a traitor to the peoples of the galaxy for promoting and using the dark arts of magic. There is no chance for innocence. Your punishment is a swift death."

A single gunshot rings out, and the Mage falls forward, a smoking hole in the back of his head. Krieg wiped a bit of viscera off his coat, before holstering his revolver. He chuckled, "Come along now Mordeci, we have much to do. That Council of darkness won't bring itself to its knees."