Virgil Clay had been walking down the dusty main street of Cleargate as if his wanted poster was not hanging across most of the surrounding lands. He heard a low whistle and turned his head to see a petite red-headed half-elf woman wearing her hat low almost over her eyes.
“Hey there little filly,” Virgil said with a smile. “Who might you be?”
“Nobody you know,” the woman said with a smirk. “You sure look loaded with confidence walking through town. A bit cocky.”
“It ain’t cocky if I can back it up,” Virgil said. “Let’s go upstairs at the saloon and I’ll show you.”
“I don’t think so,” the woman said with a laugh.
“Not tempted?” Virgil asked. “Not even a little bit?”
“Not even a little bit,” the woman said. “I’m here with a job to do.” She flashed a Marshal badge that glinted in the moonlight. “The name’s Marshal Millie Wyatt.”
“Well, I’ll let you go on your way Marshal,” Virgil said and started to turn away.
“You look just like your posters, Virgil Clay,” Millie said. “A very good likeness. Come quietly and you won’t get hurt.”
Virgil stripped his shirt off quickly and closed the gap between him and Millie so that he could unleash a flurry of blows. Each punch barely missed its mark as Millie ducked and dodged almost effortlessly. She paused for a moment, gathering her will, and then drove a single punch into Virgil’s ribs. She thought she heard something crack and grinned in satisfaction. Virgil groaned, and shuddered, but then recovered and backflipped out of Millie’s reach. He coughed up a little blood but his eyes were determined.
Virgil pulled out a rather large knife and looked at Millie with murder in his eyes. Millie calmly turned her back on Virgil. Now fully enraged, Virgil charged in with the knife but his anger made his slashes clumsier than they would have been normally. Millie listened for the attacks and ducked out of the way each time, making it look effortless. She suddenly did a backflip so she could drive her foot into Virgil’s nose with a kick. Virgil stumbled backward again, his nose already swelling.
“I’m giving you another chance to give up, Virgil,” Millie said. “You can heal in a cell overnight before I transport you to the judge.”
Virgil spat into the dirt. “I’m not surrendering to you, Marshall,” he said. “I’m going to kill you.”
Millie laughed softly. “That seems to be going well for you so far,” Millie said. “Let’s see what happens.”
Virgil twisted a dial on his belt buckle and his skin started to turn to stone and yet he could still move. He once again charged Millie but this time his punches were backed by the power of stone skin. Millie dodged the blows yet again but was hit with a solid punch that sent her flying several feet. As she recovered, Virgil charged her and aimed a punch down at her head. She barely rolled to the side before Virgil could split her head open like a pumpkin. Millie finally had enough and drew a pistol from her holster. She slid a bullet into one of the cylinders and spun it into place.
Virgil laughed. “That bullet won’t do anything to me,” he said and bared his stone chest to her as if to dare her to shoot.
Millie shrugged, aimed, and fired directly into Virgil. There was no effect for a moment but then Virgil’s stone skin started to fade away.
“What!?” Virgil called out. “What’s happening to me?”
“Dispel magic bullet,” Millie said as she loaded more bullets. “Care to give up now?”
Virgil sighed and kicked the dirt. Another bullet might end him. “You win, Marshal,” he said. “For now.”
“I’ll take it,” Millie said. “Let justice be done.” She pulled out a pair of iron shackles.