(Lookouts)/game — English @ Weblate: Joseph's heels dug into the dirt as he pushed against …

	Key	English	Actions
	# NoHurt 149	You got up on one knee, facing Curly, looking for an opening. You held nothing back as you threw your fist at his stomach.
	# NoHurt 150	Your attempted punch seemed fruitless, it felt like your fist had smacked into the dense hide of a bull and your knuckles ached.
	# NoHurt 151	Curly took no notice and had no patience for you, his eyes blazing with fury, and he grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground hard.
	# NoHurt 152	You held your shorter arm out and squeezed your eyes shut to try and soften the fall, but your face scraped the dirt all the same.
	# NoHurt 153, Speaker "Joseph"	"Get your fuckin' hands offa him!"
	# NoHurt 154	Joseph and Curly grunted and growled behind you, you heard the shuffle of shoes in the dirt, the dull thud of a punch hitting.
	# NoHurt 155	You picked your head up off the ground, shaking the dust and rocks off of your sore face, craning your neck to look around you.
	# NoHurt 156	Looking for anything to fight back with, you needed a gun, you'd dropped yours during the fight. You spied Curly's revolver.
	# NoHurt 157	It had fallen under the porch of a house, the black metal hard to see in the shadows. You crawled over and stuck your hand under, reaching for it.
	# NoHurt 158	You pressed your face against the wood, stretching your arm out as much as you could, your fingertips skimming the handle.
	# NoHurt 159	Pushing and reaching desperately, your muscles protesting as they stretched to their limits, your claws found purchase on the handle.
	# NoHurt 160	You flicked the gun towards you and hastily grabbed at it, clumps of sand in your hand that gripped the gun tight.
	# NoHurt 161	Gun retrieved, you scrambled off the floor, looking for Joseph. He was next to a porch now, slamming Curly into the wall, the wood rattling.
	# NoHurt 162	You ran over and raised the gun, but Joseph was too close to Curly, you couldn't find a clear shot.
	# NoHurt 163	The two wrestled for control, grappling each other's arms, gripping tight, neither willing to give up.
	# NoHurt 164	Joseph's heels dug into the dirt as he pushed against Curly, sand piling at his heels as they scraped backwards.
	# NoHurt 165	You caught a glimpse of Curly's eyes. He knew what you were trying to do, that he was backed into a corner, filled with furious fear.
	# NoHurt 166	He wasn't going to die without a fight. Your heart beat fast and loud in your ear, he was going to overpower Joseph any second now.
	# NoHurt 167, Speaker "$Player"	"Joseph!"
	# NoHurt 168	You cried out at him, voice cracking, a plea for him to do something, to at least get away safe. You knew he understood, his body shifted.
	# NoHurt 169	Joseph pulled back, Curly faltering forward, and threw his arm over his shoulder, grabbing at the knife.
	# NoHurt 170	He yanked on the knife, hurting Curly enough to get away from him. Curly barked loudly into the sky, breaking his hold on Joseph.
	# NoHurt 171	Curly, in his fit of pained rage, swung his hand at Joseph as he tried to back away - but Curly's claws still reached, slashing wildly.
	# NoHurt 172	Joseph stumbled back, falling to the ground, you saw great red gashes on his stomach through his torn shirt.
	# NoHurt 173	You dragged your eyes off of Joseph, whole body running cold, and looked at Curly again. Standing there, panting, wildfire in his eyes.
	# NoHurt 174	He pushed off from the wall with a strong arm, taking a large step your way, a faltering confidence driving him forward.
	# NoHurt 175	With the gun raised to his head, you saw clearly in his eyes, as he tried to run toward you - this was the end. He must've seen it in your eyes too.
	# NoHurt 176	You squeezed the trigger, a click before your hand bucked with the crack of the gunshot, a spray of blood from Curly's head as it snapped back.
	# NoHurt 177	Curly fell, hitting the floor with the scattered thuds of an uneven fall, as if he'd tripped. You kept your eyes elsewhere, averted from him.
	# NoHurt 178	Moments passed, wisps of smoke left the barrel of Curly's gun that you held in the air, you waited, listening.
	# NoHurt 179	The pops and bangs in the street reaching you still, and the dying breath of your boss on the ground. Fading, fading, till he was still.

	Key	English	Actions
	# NoHurt 150	Your attempted punch seemed fruitless, it felt like your fist had smacked into the dense hide of a bull and your knuckles ached.
	# NoHurt 151	Curly took no notice and had no patience for you, his eyes blazing with fury, and he grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground hard.
	# NoHurt 152	You held your shorter arm out and squeezed your eyes shut to try and soften the fall, but your face scraped the dirt all the same.
	# NoHurt 153, Speaker "Joseph"	"Get your fuckin' hands offa him!"
	# NoHurt 154	Joseph and Curly grunted and growled behind you, you heard the shuffle of shoes in the dirt, the dull thud of a punch hitting.
	# NoHurt 155	You picked your head up off the ground, shaking the dust and rocks off of your sore face, craning your neck to look around you.
	# NoHurt 156	Looking for anything to fight back with, you needed a gun, you'd dropped yours during the fight. You spied Curly's revolver.
	# NoHurt 157	It had fallen under the porch of a house, the black metal hard to see in the shadows. You crawled over and stuck your hand under, reaching for it.
	# NoHurt 158	You pressed your face against the wood, stretching your arm out as much as you could, your fingertips skimming the handle.
	# NoHurt 159	Pushing and reaching desperately, your muscles protesting as they stretched to their limits, your claws found purchase on the handle.
	# NoHurt 16	You started walking past the houses, the sheer wooden backsides of buildings looming over you, following the curve of the hill.
	# NoHurt 160	You flicked the gun towards you and hastily grabbed at it, clumps of sand in your hand that gripped the gun tight.
	# NoHurt 161	Gun retrieved, you scrambled off the floor, looking for Joseph. He was next to a porch now, slamming Curly into the wall, the wood rattling.
	# NoHurt 162	You ran over and raised the gun, but Joseph was too close to Curly, you couldn't find a clear shot.
	# NoHurt 163	The two wrestled for control, grappling each other's arms, gripping tight, neither willing to give up.
	# NoHurt 164	Joseph's heels dug into the dirt as he pushed against Curly, sand piling at his heels as they scraped backwards.
	# NoHurt 165	You caught a glimpse of Curly's eyes. He knew what you were trying to do, that he was backed into a corner, filled with furious fear.
	# NoHurt 166	He wasn't going to die without a fight. Your heart beat fast and loud in your ear, he was going to overpower Joseph any second now.
	# NoHurt 167, Speaker "$Player"	"Joseph!"
	# NoHurt 168	You cried out at him, voice cracking, a plea for him to do something, to at least get away safe. You knew he understood, his body shifted.
	# NoHurt 169	Joseph pulled back, Curly faltering forward, and threw his arm over his shoulder, grabbing at the knife.
	# NoHurt 17	Your pace was brisk and cautious, listening for anything or anyone nearby, but the fight continued to rage away in the street.
	# NoHurt 170	He yanked on the knife, hurting Curly enough to get away from him. Curly barked loudly into the sky, breaking his hold on Joseph.
	# NoHurt 171	Curly, in his fit of pained rage, swung his hand at Joseph as he tried to back away - but Curly's claws still reached, slashing wildly.
	# NoHurt 172	Joseph stumbled back, falling to the ground, you saw great red gashes on his stomach through his torn shirt.
	# NoHurt 173	You dragged your eyes off of Joseph, whole body running cold, and looked at Curly again. Standing there, panting, wildfire in his eyes.
	# NoHurt 174	He pushed off from the wall with a strong arm, taking a large step your way, a faltering confidence driving him forward.
	# NoHurt 175	With the gun raised to his head, you saw clearly in his eyes, as he tried to run toward you - this was the end. He must've seen it in your eyes too.
	# NoHurt 176	You squeezed the trigger, a click before your hand bucked with the crack of the gunshot, a spray of blood from Curly's head as it snapped back.
	# NoHurt 177	Curly fell, hitting the floor with the scattered thuds of an uneven fall, as if he'd tripped. You kept your eyes elsewhere, averted from him.

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