A crowd was forming around Roland's assailant. The man was clutching his knee, where Mordecai's bullet had shattered his kneecap. His leg was oozing blood onto the dusty street. When Mordecai and Maya got to the crowd, they parted, allowing them passage to the assailant.
"YOU!"
The man sneered.
"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME WHO SENT YOU, PENDEJOS!" Mordecai stumbled, but regained his footing.
"And what if I don't want to?"
"THEN I'MANA KILL YOU SO DEAD THAT WHEN YOU GET TO HELL, YOU'RE GONNA DIE AGAIN!" Mordecai drew his revolver, and pointed it to the man's head.
"Go ahead then, bandit."
"Jack sent you, didn't he." Maya said. The man laughed.
"Correct! Give her a prize!"
"VETE A LA MIERDA, PENDEJOS!" Mordecai yelled, blowing the man's brains out, and splattering most of them on Maya.
"Dude, gross."
"So you know this "Jack" person?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah. Turns out, not such a nice guy."
Mordecai chugged a glass of Rakk Ale. "We're gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch, right?"
"Hell yeah."