(Lookouts)/game — English @ Weblate: You dropped your gun and desperately pulled at the arm, …

	Key	English	Actions
	# BothHurt 170	He didn't seem to be breathing.
	# BothHurt 171	You kept watching for any sign of life, any movements, but even as bullets from the fight hit dirt and wood beside him, he didn't seem to stir.
	# BothHurt 172	You gingerly kicked the broken glass under you aside, taking a deep breath.
	# BothHurt 173	You slunk down and sat with your back to the wall, ears down, not wanting to attract any of the shootists still outside.
	# BothHurt 174	The wary head of Joseph poked out from the end of the bar, looking at you, his eyes then flicking around the window.
	# BothHurt 175, Speaker "$Player"	"I got him. He's dead, Black's dead. We should just... lie low here for a bit."
	# BothHurt 176	Joseph nodded, shuffling out from behind the bar a bit more.
	# BothHurt 177, Speaker "Joseph"	"Made a bit a mess of the saloon. Hope Bart won't be too mad about it."
	# BothHurt 178	You hoped so too. You guessed Sheriff must have told people about what was happening, but you weren't sure.
	# BothHurt 179	You'd help fix it up if you could.
	# BothHurt 180	You sat there, waiting, listening still as the fight outside died down.
	# BothHurt 181	You could hear some distant shouts, sounds of people running, the wind howling through the open window.
	# BothHurt 182	The crunch of glass.
	# BothHurt 183	You ears flicked towards the noise as a feathered hand shot through the window, grasping at your face.
	# BothHurt 184	The arm grabbed under your chin and pulled and jerked you up. Breaths became caught and strained as you were half-choked to the window.
	# BothHurt 185	You dropped your gun and desperately pulled at the arm, claws digging into the skin of Black's wing as you tried to break free.
	# BothHurt 186	Another arm threw itself in as he got to his knees, pressing your head against the wooden windowsill and tilting your head back.
	# BothHurt 187	You could see his face close in your periphery, and his other hand now came to your throat, something sharp and cold resting against your skin.
	# BothHurt 188	The shard of glass glinted in the sun and refractions danced around the dim saloon. Your claws hurt from scratching feathers out of his arm.
	# BothHurt 189	You didn't want to die. Your head forced back, neck thrust forward, exposed, looking at the nothing of the ceiling above you.
	# BothHurt 190, Speaker "Black Vulture"	"This is gonna hurt you much more than it's hurting me."
	# BothHurt 191	The words brushed past your ear. You felt the arm move, the glass start to prick into your skin.
	# BothHurt 192	A loud bang went off, reverberating around the room and vibrating deep in your body for a moment. You fell to the floor.
	# BothHurt 193	You crashed into the shattered glass beneath you, twisting to look up at the window, running your hand along your throat with subsiding panic.
	# BothHurt 194	The arms that had been around you went limp, hanging through the window along with Black's long neck, his face motionless and frozen.
	# BothHurt 195	The bloodied shard of glass in his hand fell to the floor with a tink. The blood from his head started to drip next to it.
	# BothHurt 196	You looked over at Joseph and saw him sitting lopsided on the floor, your revolver in his hand still pointed towards the window.
	# BothHurt 197	He was looking past you at Black, breathing heavily, and then looked in your eyes, his head not moving an inch, just the flick of his stare.
	# BothHurt 198	He blinked after what seemed like an eternity and you felt the roughness of breaths in your throat. A hoarse cough every so often.
	# BothHurt 199	You pushed your hand against the floor and sat up, Joseph putting the gun down carefully beside him.
	# BothHurt 200, Speaker "Joseph"	"Ah think we got him for real, then."

	Key	English	Actions
	# BothHurt 171	You kept watching for any sign of life, any movements, but even as bullets from the fight hit dirt and wood beside him, he didn't seem to stir.
	# BothHurt 172	You gingerly kicked the broken glass under you aside, taking a deep breath.
	# BothHurt 173	You slunk down and sat with your back to the wall, ears down, not wanting to attract any of the shootists still outside.
	# BothHurt 174	The wary head of Joseph poked out from the end of the bar, looking at you, his eyes then flicking around the window.
	# BothHurt 175, Speaker "$Player"	"I got him. He's dead, Black's dead. We should just... lie low here for a bit."
	# BothHurt 176	Joseph nodded, shuffling out from behind the bar a bit more.
	# BothHurt 177, Speaker "Joseph"	"Made a bit a mess of the saloon. Hope Bart won't be too mad about it."
	# BothHurt 178	You hoped so too. You guessed Sheriff must have told people about what was happening, but you weren't sure.
	# BothHurt 179	You'd help fix it up if you could.
	# BothHurt 18	Gunshots continued to ring out, bouncing through the alleys and streets next to you.
	# BothHurt 180	You sat there, waiting, listening still as the fight outside died down.
	# BothHurt 181	You could hear some distant shouts, sounds of people running, the wind howling through the open window.
	# BothHurt 182	The crunch of glass.
	# BothHurt 183	You ears flicked towards the noise as a feathered hand shot through the window, grasping at your face.
	# BothHurt 184	The arm grabbed under your chin and pulled and jerked you up. Breaths became caught and strained as you were half-choked to the window.
	# BothHurt 185	You dropped your gun and desperately pulled at the arm, claws digging into the skin of Black's wing as you tried to break free.
	# BothHurt 186	Another arm threw itself in as he got to his knees, pressing your head against the wooden windowsill and tilting your head back.
	# BothHurt 187	You could see his face close in your periphery, and his other hand now came to your throat, something sharp and cold resting against your skin.
	# BothHurt 188	The shard of glass glinted in the sun and refractions danced around the dim saloon. Your claws hurt from scratching feathers out of his arm.
	# BothHurt 189	You didn't want to die. Your head forced back, neck thrust forward, exposed, looking at the nothing of the ceiling above you.
	# BothHurt 19	The acrid smell of gunpowder grew stronger, even as your nose was full of the scent of Curly's sweat-laden fur.
	# BothHurt 190, Speaker "Black Vulture"	"This is gonna hurt you much more than it's hurting me."
	# BothHurt 191	The words brushed past your ear. You felt the arm move, the glass start to prick into your skin.
	# BothHurt 192	A loud bang went off, reverberating around the room and vibrating deep in your body for a moment. You fell to the floor.
	# BothHurt 193	You crashed into the shattered glass beneath you, twisting to look up at the window, running your hand along your throat with subsiding panic.
	# BothHurt 194	The arms that had been around you went limp, hanging through the window along with Black's long neck, his face motionless and frozen.
	# BothHurt 195	The bloodied shard of glass in his hand fell to the floor with a tink. The blood from his head started to drip next to it.
	# BothHurt 196	You looked over at Joseph and saw him sitting lopsided on the floor, your revolver in his hand still pointed towards the window.
	# BothHurt 197	He was looking past you at Black, breathing heavily, and then looked in your eyes, his head not moving an inch, just the flick of his stare.
	# BothHurt 198	He blinked after what seemed like an eternity and you felt the roughness of breaths in your throat. A hoarse cough every so often.

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