Lily groaned as she sat on the wooden floor of the saloon, her back pressed into the thick table she had overturned by the hole riddled doors to the establishment; rounds whizzing by her every few seconds making her wonder how much ammo the bandits truly brought. Either they were stupid or sitting on a stockpile either way Lily wouldn't simply wait around, as the fire spread unhalted by the few who tried to pour water on the blaze smoke quickly filling the establishment as the fire touched the also wooden ceiling spreading across its surface. Lily inhaled deeply before pulling her second Griswold free from its leather sheath, quickly rising to her feet with a fearless and vicious shout she leaped through the bullet riddled double doors over the table; letting lose an unholy scream of anger as she darted down the wooden porch of the establishment. As she ran Lily fired her revolvers both, the hammers slamming down to send rounds whizzing at the outlaws finding no targets in her rush, though the return of fire would make the opposing force duck in fear; as she darted down the walkway Lily rushed across the street. The bullets whizzing behind her as she ran across the tightly packed dirt street, as soon as she crossed the street Lily pushed her back up against the wall of the building the bandits had set up in; learning in the war that outflanking a superior force was a sure way to victory. Lily quickly stuck one of her drawn revolvers around the corner of the building, firing blindly down the walkway the bandits set up on; doing away with another one by luck hitting him directly in the throat before pulling her hand back her thousand yard stare from the war evident in her eyes. The sounds of combat bringing her husbands death to mind, along with all those whom died fighting along side her in the war.