[h1][center][color=00aeef] Erik Torvald Viken [/color][/center][/h1]

Things were taking a turn for the worse. Much worse, oh yes. In a matter of seconds, the few bullets had escallated into a full-out shoot-out between the bandits -with surprisingly bad aim, but then who was Erik to complain? - and those few having managed to get back on their feet and fight back. And now that the fire was spreading up onto the ceiling, Erik wasn't sure what was a good idea to do. 

But at least it wasn't his fault, which was a relief.

The hole-cheeked man had walked over to him, once again calling him "boy" and saying his help was needed. [color=00aeef]"We all need help now, Jesus Christ..."[/color] Erik more or less shouted to him, though the confedarate had by the time he got back up run out the back of the saloon. 

It was no use in trying to put out the fight; by now the fire was out of controll, even for those who tried to put it out with water and blankets or clothes. More bullets whizzled past Erik's head as he stood there, trying to think of a plan; but he only managed to say [color=00aeef]"Everybody out, NOW! The building is going to fall down onto itself!"[/color]

Erik grabbed the collars of two still trying to put out the fire, pulling them towards the back of the saloon while doing his best not to faint from the ever growing smoke inside. And as soon as Erik stepped outside, the sudden existance of fresh air nearly came as a shock to him, with him gasping for air. When he could finally look up and around again, he saw one of the brawlers[@DepressedSoviet] from the saloon firing at the bandits, standing somewhere beside the saloon and hiding behind cover as more bullets kept buzzing. [color=00aeef]"How many of those bastards are out there?"[/color]

Not before he had shouted that, the sound of footsteps to his far right made him turn around and reach for his revolver. Out from behind what appeared to be the stables, a pair of more bandits came rushing out, guns raised in the direction of Erik and the other man. 

[color=00aeef]"Behind you!"[/color]

In a split-second, Erik pulled up his revolver and pointed it in the general direction of the bandits. Not really aiming it, just holding it down against his hip, he pulled the trigger and the hammer back as quickly as he can. That resulted in the revolver rapidly firing six shots at the bandits, two hitting the bandits while the remaining four hitting the wall behind them. They fell to the ground, while Erik stood quietly watching the two men lay there.

[color=00aeef]"...Fy faen, jeg ekke dø...Be careful, they're trying to get around us!"[/color]