Nope. Guess again.

"Of course she had to be a gargoyle." you mutter to yourself.

Surrounding the gargoyle girl were five kobold men, making a general ruckus and harassing a dark elf girl behind the counter.
Her dark purple skin, long flowing silver hair, exotic facial features, and perfect body definitely makes her desirable, both to pleasure and to own.

"C'mon Trisha. Just one go at her." one of the kobolds plead.

Trisha walks up to him and hurl a fist through his skull. He gets knocked back.

"No." she calmly states: "This was supposed to be a covert operation. We've already killed three people because of your recklessness. Three lives that we didn't need to take. The boss told us to get in without being seen, take the elf girl, leave her alone, and bring her back. The least we can do to right this wrong is to honor the wishes of her being untouched."

"Okay, we killed a couple of middle-aged bozos, so what?" the kobold shrugs: "They were dirty alcoholics anyway. They could barely aim those pistols."

The gargoyle girl takes a pouch out of her pocket and puts it on the table. By the looks of the cylinder dents, and the unmistakable chinking sounds, the pouch most likely contains money. A decent heft of it too.

"You see this?" she asks: "This was supposed to be your payment for this job. You didn't have to kill that couple, and you didn't have to kill the sheriff. And therefore I now have to give this money to the girl whose parents you morons just murdered."

The kobolds begin to protest.

"You're out of your fucking gourd lady! We earned that money! We lost four people to that psycho sheriff."

"And maybe if you had done your jobs properly nobody had to die, and you would have actually earned the money."

"We're getting paid, bitch, and there is nothing you can do to stop us."

The kobolds draw their pistols, but Trisha is already on one of them. She is fast, and the dude has no chance. He is already knocked over a table, completely punched out. You can't believe your luck. You decide to wait, and jump in at a moment with more favorable odds.
While she is fast there are still four guys with guns against one girl without. She manages to punch one other guy into the piano in the corner, making an audible cacophony as he tips onto the keys. However, her luck runs out as a kobold shoots her in the wing. Another one shoots her leg. She wails, and rushes towards the nearest one. Another kobold has picked up a chair, and while Trisha delivers some justice on the guy that shot her, he sneaks up behind her and slams the chair on her head. She falls over crushing the dude she was beating up. The two conscious kobolds ready their guns, and start to take aim at her.
They don't get far as you shoot one of them in the shoulder. He falls back screaming. The last kobold, the mouthy one, looks over to you in shock, giving the gargoyle ample opportunity to sweep his leg. He falls down, and you rush in (as fast as you can with a hurt leg and abdomen), grab an empty bottle of gin from a nearby table and smash it into his forehead, knocking him out completely.
The dark elf has hidden herself behind the counter of the bar. It's just you and the gargoyle now.

You're both extremely hurt. The pain in your abdomen is relentless and has only gotten worse these past five minutes. Her wing is severely damaged. You don't think she is capable of flying now, or she would have grabbed the dark elf and flown away. You both have a leg that hurts. Hers probably more than yours.
You both stare each other down for a second. You're both breathing raggedly and are both on the verge of passing out.
You're stronger but she's faster.
You point your rifle at her, but she closes the distance to you in a split second knocking the rifle out of your hand. She decks you in the head, and you fall backwards onto a table.
She rushes to the rifle. You move to the opposite side of the table, and you kick it hard. It flips slightly and crashes into Trisha as she was crouching for the rifle. She gets pressed between the table and the bar counter.
The kick both hurt your legs and your abdomen, and you take a second to try and manage the pain.
Trisha has managed to grab a bar stool, and is hurling it towards you. You realize this a bit too late and it hits you on the shoulder, knocking you back on your ass.
You're in so much pain, but you still have an awareness of your surroundings.
The gargoyle gets up, limping towards you, readying herself to deliver a final blow. She underestimates you, and before she can kick your head in, you grab her shot leg, and punch it right over the bullet hole. She cries in agony, and falls over, but not before getting a kick into your stomach. It's a weak kick, but it connects to your wound.

Your ability to see temporarily falters as the pain takes over. You breathe in. You breathe out. You take slow deliberate breaths to calm yourself down. Knocked down from a table is a still intact bottle of whiskey. You take it, loosen the cork stopper and you take a swig of it to numb the pain. Then you finish the bottle.
With your pain subsided a tiny bit, and your nerves calmed down, you crawl over to the downed gargoyle. Her breathing is still irregular and frenzied. You want to punch her, but you don't have the energy to land a good hit. Instead you choose a more cowardly way out. You press your right knee into her throat.
She immediately grabs your leg trying to shove you off. Her healthy wing bashing your back, but she is powerless to stop you. Her bad breathing doesn't exactly help, and it only takes about a minute for her eyes to close, and her body to go limb.
You immediately release the pressure from her throat, not necessarily wanting to kill her, and not really having the energy at the moment to go through with it.

The pain and the **** finally gets to you as you lie down on the floor, your consciousness fading.