Doc could just make out the enormous frame of one of the hill giant torturers as he shuffled about, grabbing things from an unseen chest. It was his back - broad, wearing a black hood. Doc wasn't against shootin' a rustler in the back if needs must, but in this case it turned out it needn't - the giant turned, wearing a blood-stained apron.
His eye, shadowed as it was behind a dark mask, caught Doc's own as the peacemaker rang out its dull thud, a sound that was quickly followed by the sharp, piercing scream of a spirit that followed the bullet to its mark - the aforementioned orb. The giant's head lurched back and his hand went to his face, covering his now missing eye. That act probably saved his life, as Doc's second bullet struck him in his meaty forearm.
::Augh! Me eye!:: he shouted, mad with pain and probably damaged to the brain,
::Uwl killem! Uwl killem awl!::
He dropped a rucksack that was under his arm, and he grabbed a large pair of pliers from his belt. Then he stumbled out into the hallway, still clutching at his face with one, bloody hand.
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He probably won't get far, as I'll let a few others of you go before I attack with him, assuming he survives long enough!
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