Blood stained the sand as another bullet hit it´s target. The man in the red coat thudded to the ground, gasping in pain.
From his cover behind the remains of an old brick wall Wolfwood watched his friend falling. The man in the black suit was swearing. What kind of ammo did that fuckin bounty hunter over there use to penetrate Vash´s nearly bulletproof coat? "Spikey! You have to get up! That bastard´s still aiming at you!" The priest stared at his friend intently, already regretting he had agreed to stay out of this fight.
The bounty hunter laughed mockingly as he pulled the trigger again. Wolfwood gritted his teeth when Vash cried in agony, clutching his leg.
The priest watched Vash, who was squatting on the floor, desperately trying to get up. His moves just made the pool of blood beneath him grow. Finally Vash´s knees gave away.
The bounty hunter took a lot of time to reload his weapon, mocking the injured man who was lying on the ground now, shivering. "So this is all you are able to do, Vash the Stampede? Dodge some bullets and completely fall apart when one hits you? Well, this is an easily earned bounty. If you don´t get up, I will finish this now."
He cocked the weapon and aimed for Vash´s head, waiting.
Wolfwood knew by now that staying out of this was the biggest failure he had ever made. Both of them had underestimated that ugly little man over there completely, and now Vash was paying the price for doing so. Blood was running down his temple, his blond hair was soaked with red. He was panting heavily, not able to move. Wolfwood saw tears of pain in green, unseeing eyes and realized that Vash would not be able to get out of this alive.
Wolfwood gritted his teeth again, making a decision. He tightened the grip around his colt and left his cover.
Two shots were ripping through the silence.