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>TURN 2

North to their position, the firefight continued. A series of shots managed to damage the british formation, taking down another men, and leaving them in a numerical disadvantage. Luckily, Miss Helena Murray had brought her brother’s Webley, and with great aim, cold blood and determination, managed to tip the scales and evening out the number of combatants. Seeing the tide of battle slowly turning against his men, the Golden Syndicate Commander move alongside his men, rallying them to resist the red-coated fools who were standing in the way of an excellent paycheck. Meanwhile, the unfortunate hired hands were being trampled by the enraged bullsaurs, their equipment thrown into the sand and turn into scrap by the rampaging lizards. The Baron, seeing this, demanded some of them to move back, beginning the prospection where they were, though for now they were only left with muddy waters in their hands.

Meanwhile, one of the miners managed to sneak away from the beasts, arriving at the caverns, and began digging in the rock. A couple hits of his pickaxe proved the Baron’s suspicions right. Neptunium! Now the fight would not stop until the Baron had his neptunium, or he and all his men were dead.

All while the great bullsaur and the Spaniard continued their deadly ballet, the desert sands scattering to the sky and the circular movements of the combatants forming a ring in the dirt, occasionally splatted by the blood of the monsters. The stampede of the reptiles and their bellowing screeches were only met in ferocity and intensity by the man in gold’s “Olé!” and the shots at the other side of the dunes.