The twin suns of Westward begin to rise above the horizon, the light washing over the ramshackle village. Two men briskly walk up to one of the huts and rap on the door.
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The smell of food awakens Seth from his fitful sleep. He hears shuffling from somewhere past the doorway leading into the rest of the house. It would seem Cheezle is up and about, and from the smell is cooking something. A moment later Chester walks in with a plate in his hand, cutlery resting on top. Seeing the technic has awoken he smiles.
"Good morning Seth. Hope you slept well. Whipped up some grub for ya."
He places the plate on one of the nearby open workbenches and headed back into the other room, returning soon after with another plate and the handles of two mugs gripped in his other hand. Placing it all down on the same table he retrieves some chairs and sat down and began to eat his food. Soon after though a knock is heard at the door and he goes to answer it. Seth can hear the door open and Chester speaking with someone, and then the door closes and Chester returns.
"It would seem Jerrick and his father will be settling their differences in a short while. I am to tell you that should you choose to attend it will be at the gathering area in front of the chieftains home. If you wish, I will gladly see to your bike's safety. If not I am sure your Marshal friend will come find you once everything is over."
He sits down once more and begins to eat his breakfast once again.
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The door to the building Enoka and Sebastian are residing in shudders slightly as someone raps against it, the noise awaking the vigilant assassin. She opens the door to see a guard standing before her.
"Pardon me m'am but I have been instructed to inform you "it is time". Should you wish to attend, head for the gathering area outside the chieftains home (he gestures in the appropriate direction) and if not the Marshal will come find you afterwards."
The guard turns and leaves, having completed his assignment.
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A knock is heard at the door and the seemingly asleep Marshal shifts slightly as his right hand deftly seizes one of his revolvers and aims it at the door, his hat still over his face.
"Marshal...it is time."
He recognizes the voice of Jerrick and gently uncocks the gun and slips it back into the holster. Reaching up he lifts his hat from his face as he sits up, placing it properly on his head. Standing up he stretches for a moment before sliding his goggles over his eyes and grabbing the briefcase in his left hand. Moving across the room he opens the door to see Jerrick in front of him, a guard a step behind the feral leader (or soon to be leader if everything goes to plan). The gleam from the slowly rising suns glimmers off the reflective darkness of the lawman's goggles, the lens glowing dimly like smoldering embers while hiding his eyes from view. A brief look of shock spreads over the guards face as he shifts back a step upon seeing the man in all black, his eyes almost glowing as if on fire. Vil always felt the simplest method to handle your average street thug was intimidation. The inability to see where his eyes were gazing worked to unsettle many a potential troublemaker, and the fact that light seemed to reflect (or be absorbed as some in the badlands whispered) seemed to further the effect. While Vildayvin was slightly amused by the reaction within his face showed nothing as he gazed at Jerrick.
"Excellent. Have my companions been awoken yet?"
"They should all be receiving their wake-up calls and directed to the area as we speak. If you would follow me, we will fetch my father. I am sure you wish to be done with this business as soon as possible."
"That is correct, I have important things I must see to as soon as possible."
Jerrick glances down at the briefcase in the Marshals hand and then back up to his face as the trio slowly make their way through the village. As they walk through the streets villagers glance out of their homes. Word quickly spread about what was to happen at sunrise and they all knew what was at stake. The feral leader and lawman walk in silence until they reach the jail. Josper stands at the door, though after a nod from Jerrick he turns and moves into the building. A few moments later he returns with another guard and and Jerrick's father, his hands cuffed behind his back. It would seem at some point someone had tended to the man's injuries and while he wasn't fully healed up, he wasn't close to keeling over anymore either. The two Kreevan's look at each other in silence, anger clear on the fathers face while something akin to sadness or disappointment flickers across the sons'. The entourage begins to move back into the village, soon after arriving at the open gathering area outside of the large home belonging to the chieftain. A few villagers and guards had gathered to see the proceedings. Jerrick steps forward and speaks to the small gathering.
"As you are no doubt aware, I have laid claim to the mantle of Chieftain. There are certainly some of you that doubt my claim as the recent happenings have been with the assistance of outsiders. Therefore I shall prove my worth through the simplest method. My father and I shall face off in a duel....to the death. The one left standing will have proven his claim.”
He gestures to one of the guards that had been accompanying him. The man steps forward, two gun belts in his hand. Jerrick gestures towards the guns as he gazes at the Marshal. Vildayvin places the briefcase on the ground, as he pulls each gun out of its holster and examines each weapon.
“So none may try and claim that any trickery was involved, the Marshal will verify that both weapons are operational and loaded properly. Marshal....are you satisfied with the firearms?”
Vildayvin glances towards the crowd as he speaks.
“Yes, both weapons are properly loaded and functional.”
Vildayvin takes one of the belts and the guard takes the other over to Jerrick. As the man accepts the belt and secures it around his waist, Vil is securing the other around the elder Kreevan. The crowd begins to move away from the two gunmen until the area is only occupied by the Kreevan's, Vildayvin, and a single guard. The Marshal makes his way back over to the briefcase. He reaches into his duster and pulls out a silver pocketwatch as he speaks, transferring the watch to his left hand.
“When I give the signal, you shall be unshackled Edgar. Then once the song ends....may the best man win.”
At this Edgar finally speaks up.
“How do I know you won't simply gun me down?!?”
Vildayvin chuckles.
“Should you emerge the victor...then you and I will settle the business between us just as you two are now. This is between you and you're son....though don't get any ideas.”
He then nods at the guard and the shackles around Edgars wrists are unlocked and removed. He then flips the pocket watch open and a song can be heard, the tune wafting through the courtyard. The Marshals face lowers slightly as he gazes at something on the other side of the watch top, before rising once more as he looks at one Kreevan then the other, his right hand resting on the handle of one of his guns.
