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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Corinthi" data-source="post: 1352672" data-attributes="member: 8272">Mao groans audibly as he rolls to his feet, left hand moving to grasp his side. No gun, he failed to rescue the girl, and he looked silly doing so. Yes, definately a bad hand thus far. Might as well play it out to the end.      "If I only had a gun," Mao laments briefly as he glances around the bullet strewn bar. He ducks as the goon who threw him off the balcony takes a few pot shots down in his direction. Just then, some angle by the door tosses his gun in this beautiful spinning arc across the room, as if it were meant to draw the eye.     As the mook upstairs sights down at Mao, the gambler suddenly dashes then jumps forward, hand outstretched the catch the thrown weapon. Catching it, he spins in midair to plug the mook on the balcony before landing and sliding underneath a nearby table.</blockquote>