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The Lost Ranger wanders through the wastes, ever vigilant of those who would hinder his path. After a long rest through the day during a thundering storm, he encounters a camp of settlers. To his knowledge, they were no friendly people judging by the nearby corpses and chains. He draws his rifle from his back holster, keeping his favoured pistol at his side. Without warning, they spot his menacing glare and begin firing bullets in his direction. The Ranger dives to cover. Several bullets hit his chest, but they were no match for the protective armour he wore  across his torso. Without sudden movements, he plucked each bullet out of his armour while remaining behind the car that he had sought cover behind. Once prepared, he dived from the safety of the vehicle and shot each raider individually in the head using his rifle, each of them falling to the ground in pools of blood that oozed from their skulls. Slowly, the Ranger stood, inspecting each corpse for signs of remaining conciousness. One raider appeared to have been merely caught in his right eye, and he attempted to crawl away in order to escape. This was futile, as The Ranger drew his pistol, aimed it carefully at him, and fired. The shot echoed through the nearby woods, and many birds flew from their perches in fear of this noise. Calmly, he sat and spoke:

'Damn it. Got blood on my boots.'