~Today's mission... Didn't go as planned, to put it lightly.

~Everything was hectic, people fighting and yelling, gunshots filling your ears.

~Cassidy stepped up after what felt like an eternity of shooting, his hands shaking as he held his Peacekeeper Revolver.

~His eye started to glow a faint red color, the wind whipping around, making what could only be described as the whistle from old western standoff movies.

~Cassidy raised his gun. "It's High Noon..." He said, his voice echoing through the Valley. There was a brief moment before more than 6 shots were fired off, eliminating every enemy.

~His hands quickly grabbed at his eyes, letting out a cry in pain as he collapsed to his knees, his revolver clattering on the ground.