The sound of gunfire had by now spread out further into town, as it wasn't so concentrated around the main street and entrance. That meant the bandits had spread out, either because of losses or to find more loot, most likely both of them. By now Adrian had taken down three or four bandits, and injured at least two more while turning others into a retreat, the darkness had ultimately payed off in his favour, unlike that hammock. Oh, Adrian promised himself to never sleep in that hammock again, well if he could find a substitute for such a comfortable bed. 

It had been quiet for a few minutes now, when suddenly Adrian saw movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned quickly around to see what was happening down in the street. It was a lone figure moving, only armed with a revolver, headed for Taffy's, not the bandit type. But he kept watching, as the man were taken by another figure, leaping out of cover to his surprise, he hadn't seen him with all that clothing. Adrian aimed at the apparent brawl, or at least what seemed like it, until the first man reappeared, unharmed, again heading for Taffy's. "Would you look at that, good thing I didn't shoot them both." Adrian said to himself, with a happy tone, as it seemed to him neither of the men had been bandits, and perhaps even planned on counter-attacking. 

Adrian decided to climb down from the roof and head over to Taffy's too, he could always need more ammo for his revolver. But before he could take the last step down from the ladder, he felt something grab him by the leg and pull him down. Once again he landed straight on his face, but was pulled up again by what could be no other than a bandit. He was scarred and wore a bandanna, masking him from recognition (of you didn't notice the scars). Without a word, the bandit punched Adrian in the stomach, forcing him to the ground, gasping for air. The bandit laughed quietly as he was about to bend down to beat the living shit out of Adrian. Adrian wasn't going to agree on this, after having been stripped of his dignity more than once that day, and pulled out his club and swung it towards his face. The spiked bat hit perfectly across the bandit's cheek, causing him to take a step back, before Adrian struck again, and again. "Never...make a fool out of the guy with the club..." Adrian panted out, having beaten the guy to death with a club, which must have been painful. But he had no time to celebrate his victory, he quickly searched the bandit for anything of use; Ammo, knives, lighters, anything. He took the 9mm Beretta the bandit carried, a couple of magazines of ammo, and to his surprise a rifle that the bandit must have put down as he was to take care of Adrian. Adrian didn't have time to examine it, and just slung it over his shoulder before running as fast as he could to Taffy's, of course putting the sun-glasses back on so he wouldn't be blinded by the lights. 

"Taffy, it's me, Adrian! Don't shoot, I'm coming to help!"