CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID

[charlie luciano]

Charlie's breathing was heavy and weighted as he watched Wolfbite begin to bleed from his shoulder. He had gotten his shoulder. Fuck, it was his left hand. Bad aim. He was disappointed, but before he could move to do anything else, the shot man had uttered something in a foreign language before socking him straight in the face. The injured man staggered back and was knocked onto the ground and held down by the taller man's weight. His face was assaulted again, his jaw bruising heavily and his mouth starting to bubble with warm scarlet. Charlie felt lightheaded as the punches continued, and the throbbing pain in his collarbone was growing even more painful. He heard the sounds in the background though; the shots, the barking, the cries of pain. His eyes had shifted momentarily towards the opened door where a few of the NPC lookouts were fending off some Northerners while securing the supplies. They had enough. Getting more supplies wasn't worth the risk of getting themselves killed. "Ca.. Carry it out!" Charlie had shouted to the best of his ability in between punches. He wheezed, trying his best to focus on communicating with the others. "Get it... go..!" They had to leave now.

Now, to get this fucker out of his face. Charlie worked up a spit and aimed to shoot the blood-mixed saliva into Wolfbite's eyes to distract him. Regardless of where his spit landed, he used his good hand and aimed to whack his large fist into Wolfbite's cheekbone. He had to muster all of his strength to attempt to shove the other leader off of him. After, Charlie staggered to his feet, panting heavily as pain surged through him. Only his legs could serve him well now, as his collarbone and face was out for the count. He gritted his teeth and picked his pistol off of the floor. Were there even any more bullets in it? Fucking shit. "Let's... go!" Charlie shouted after he was certain that the guys with the stolen supplies had run out beforehand. That way, the fighters could make their escape after them and try to fend off any Northerners that tried to follow them. If they could manage to dart into the territory and escape out of range, then they could gather themselves and try to make the long journey back home.

// retreating now lmao