TaintedMetal

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

"I can't believe this." Chance muttered based on what Lark had just said.

"Bright's gone to them!?" Chance grunted. His pupils were bulging against Lark's face, the rage building inside of him. He flinged Showdown to the left, catching Lark off guard, before he fired a bullet into Lark's chest, pushing the enemy forward.

Lark pushed on ahead before he was pushed by Showdown's bullet further, taking out his shoulder, and jabbing Chance's chest in the process, before he shoved the Ripper's barrel towards the Haverton detective's chest.

Lark pulled the trigger, sending a row of bullets into Chance's chest, pushing him further and piercing his chest overall. Chance coughed up blood, and held the wound where blood was rushing out. He forced his left hand to slam the hammer on Showdown, sending an array of bullets towards Lark.

Two for the Price of One