Lily turned her head lazily towards the door as the farmer came bursting through it shouting over all the commotion, some fights carrying on despite the loud man; although they all came to a stop as the gunshots rang out the shattering of the front glass windows piercing the air. Each bullet making a whizzing popping sound as they flew mere inches from patrons heads, Lily herself hitting the floor as soon as the window directly behind her exploded from the force of a rifle round; her left hand ripping the Griswold on her right side out of its holster. Her back firmly pressed against the wooden front wall of the saloon, disregarding her previous engagement as had the other patrons; some drawing their own firearms while others fled in a panic quickly meeting their end however as they climbed out the windows away from the flames and bullets.

"Mother fucker! Git sum got damned water!! Turn them tables over by the duurs!!" 

Lily shouted to various patrons not fleeing as the makeshift incendiary bomb exploded only a few meters from her position, cocking the hammer of her Griswold turning quickly leaning against the wall as the lead bullets crackled and split the wood of the saloon wall; her arm extending out from behind the cover out the busted window along with a portion of her face enough to see. Her index finger slowly squeezed the trigger the hammer striking down with great speed and force upon the bullets rear, a loud pop accompanied by a puff of smoke from the end of the dull iron; sending a bullet of her own zipping through the air finding its mark in one of the bandits lower left ribcage. As quickly as she had emerged Lily fell back behind her cover, a volley of specifically aimed rounds ricocheting off the windowsill in retaliation, quickly changing position by ducking and quickly grasping a thick game table flipping it on its side in front of the battered doors.