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He started carefully climbing through the broken window when a loud bang went off behind you, echoing off the walls of the saloon.

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	Key	English	Actions
	# VultureHurt 220	Curly gave up on the knife as soon as he saw you make a move, snarling and throwing his weight out to catch you.
	# VultureHurt 221	His arms stretched out and grabbed you, both hands digging in under your armpits and pulling you back, lifted up in front of him.
	# VultureHurt 222	He held you aloft for a moment in his fit of rage, your feet clear off the ground.
	# VultureHurt 223	He swung you one way, then swung you back with all his strength, the inertia lifting your stomach as he hurled you at the window.
	# VultureHurt 224	You shut your eyes tight as you were thrown and your whole body tensed as you crashed through, the glass cracking at your back.
	# VultureHurt 225	Your senses were overwhelmed as you sailed through the window, the sound of shattered glass deafening in your ears.
	# VultureHurt 226	You were in the air for what felt like minutes, totally weightless, before you crumpled upon the ground.
	# VultureHurt 227	Your body screamed at the bruises, the cuts, the scrapes covering your body. Your back felt like it was on fire, your face wet and sore.
	# VultureHurt 228	You were curled up, lay on your side. You wanted to get up, to move, but you couldn't, your limbs were too weak, your head swimming.
	# VultureHurt 229	It was all you could do to crane your neck and lift your head up enough to look towards the window.
	# VultureHurt 230	The sunlight was streaming in, so bright from your view on the floor. You heard the sound of wood creaking and cracking.
	# VultureHurt 231	Curly walked slowly into view of the window, holding his knife again, breathing hard still, muzzle stained and matted with blood.
	# VultureHurt 232	He wiped his arm across his face, getting the blood out of his nose - relaxed, like a boxer who'd won his fight, just cleaning himself up.
	# VultureHurt 233	His frame filled the window, silhouetted by the sun, shadow spilling into the saloon. He looked at you with smug relief, and sighed.
	# VultureHurt 234, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"...Getting too old for this."
	# VultureHurt 235	He started carefully climbing through the broken window when a loud bang went off behind you, echoing off the walls of the saloon.
	# VultureHurt 236	Staggering back a step he clutched at his chest, and another bang went off, a second gunshot that made another small red hole.
	# VultureHurt 237	He stumbled, trying to catch himself on the porch railing but sliding off, falling out of sight past the window with a series of thuds.
	# VultureHurt 238	You heard shuffling behind you as Joseph crawled from the end of the bar over to you.
	# VultureHurt 239	His gun rattled on the floorboards next to you as he discarded it, hands gingerly touching you, trying to find some purchase to help you up.
	# VultureHurt 240	You could tell he was trying not to hurt you, but you were hurt anyway, there wasn't any avoiding the searing soreness as you tried to sit up.
	# VultureHurt 241	Your head was clearing and everything became less muddled, the pain in your body also more noticeable to you.
	# VultureHurt 242	Cuts and tears in your back screamed in protest as Joseph helped push you to a sit, and you hunched forward, legs straight, taking a moment.
	# VultureHurt 243, Speaker "Joseph"	"Uh, ah don't know if you should move yet $Player, just stay put."
	# VultureHurt 244	You could hear the worry in his voice. You didn't know how bad it looked, only how it felt. You'd live.
	# VultureHurt 245	The other thing you heard concerned you more. Past the cacophony of guns outside, past the wind howling through the broken windows.
	# VultureHurt 246	You shifted your weight to the side, pressing your hand to the ground and rolling onto your knees. You took another moment to breathe.
	# VultureHurt 247	Your back was on fire every time you moved but you could deal with it, you just had to take it slow.
	# VultureHurt 248	Facing the floor, you saw yourself reflected in the shards of glass scattered around you. There were gashes on your face, on your cheek.
	# VultureHurt 249	A large red wound went around the top of your snout, and you resisted the urge to scrunch your face and see how it felt.
	# VultureHurt 250, Speaker "Joseph"	"$Player where are you goin', yer gonna hurt yourself."

	Key	English	Actions
	# VultureHurt 221	His arms stretched out and grabbed you, both hands digging in under your armpits and pulling you back, lifted up in front of him.
	# VultureHurt 222	He held you aloft for a moment in his fit of rage, your feet clear off the ground.
	# VultureHurt 223	He swung you one way, then swung you back with all his strength, the inertia lifting your stomach as he hurled you at the window.
	# VultureHurt 224	You shut your eyes tight as you were thrown and your whole body tensed as you crashed through, the glass cracking at your back.
	# VultureHurt 225	Your senses were overwhelmed as you sailed through the window, the sound of shattered glass deafening in your ears.
	# VultureHurt 226	You were in the air for what felt like minutes, totally weightless, before you crumpled upon the ground.
	# VultureHurt 227	Your body screamed at the bruises, the cuts, the scrapes covering your body. Your back felt like it was on fire, your face wet and sore.
	# VultureHurt 228	You were curled up, lay on your side. You wanted to get up, to move, but you couldn't, your limbs were too weak, your head swimming.
	# VultureHurt 229	It was all you could do to crane your neck and lift your head up enough to look towards the window.
	# VultureHurt 23	Looking closer you realised, it wasn't a figure, but two figures, one carrying the other with their arm slung across their shoulder.
	# VultureHurt 230	The sunlight was streaming in, so bright from your view on the floor. You heard the sound of wood creaking and cracking.
	# VultureHurt 231	Curly walked slowly into view of the window, holding his knife again, breathing hard still, muzzle stained and matted with blood.
	# VultureHurt 232	He wiped his arm across his face, getting the blood out of his nose - relaxed, like a boxer who'd won his fight, just cleaning himself up.
	# VultureHurt 233	His frame filled the window, silhouetted by the sun, shadow spilling into the saloon. He looked at you with smug relief, and sighed.
	# VultureHurt 234, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"...Getting too old for this."
	# VultureHurt 235	He started carefully climbing through the broken window when a loud bang went off behind you, echoing off the walls of the saloon.
	# VultureHurt 236	Staggering back a step he clutched at his chest, and another bang went off, a second gunshot that made another small red hole.
	# VultureHurt 237	He stumbled, trying to catch himself on the porch railing but sliding off, falling out of sight past the window with a series of thuds.
	# VultureHurt 238	You heard shuffling behind you as Joseph crawled from the end of the bar over to you.
	# VultureHurt 239	His gun rattled on the floorboards next to you as he discarded it, hands gingerly touching you, trying to find some purchase to help you up.
	# VultureHurt 24	It was Joseph. He was helping Black away from the fight, seemingly headed for Sheriff's office at this end of the town.
	# VultureHurt 240	You could tell he was trying not to hurt you, but you were hurt anyway, there wasn't any avoiding the searing soreness as you tried to sit up.
	# VultureHurt 241	Your head was clearing and everything became less muddled, the pain in your body also more noticeable to you.
	# VultureHurt 242	Cuts and tears in your back screamed in protest as Joseph helped push you to a sit, and you hunched forward, legs straight, taking a moment.
	# VultureHurt 243, Speaker "Joseph"	"Uh, ah don't know if you should move yet $Player, just stay put."
	# VultureHurt 244	You could hear the worry in his voice. You didn't know how bad it looked, only how it felt. You'd live.
	# VultureHurt 245	The other thing you heard concerned you more. Past the cacophony of guns outside, past the wind howling through the broken windows.
	# VultureHurt 246	You shifted your weight to the side, pressing your hand to the ground and rolling onto your knees. You took another moment to breathe.
	# VultureHurt 247	Your back was on fire every time you moved but you could deal with it, you just had to take it slow.
	# VultureHurt 248	Facing the floor, you saw yourself reflected in the shards of glass scattered around you. There were gashes on your face, on your cheek.

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