The captain of the opposing squad pulled out an ornate revolver pistol from his holstet and trained it on the forehead of the last solider left. He chuckled, as he adjusted his weight while remaining on his knees.
"You speak my language?"
The captain nodded almost imperceptibly, and pulled back the hammer of the pistol.
"Well I should warn you that if you try to kill me, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
The captain laughed, gave a traditional insulting goodbye, then fired, the dirt buildup in his revolver causing the gun to explode in his hand.
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