Snipe 'em

The giant man pulled an over-sized shotgun from a holster that could've fit a skinny adult and aimed it into a crowd of people. They whimpered and screamed as he laughed at them and cocked the gun. 'No time to lose," Vash thought. "Now or never." He popped up quickly, fired a shot and ducked back behind the wall. The cross was slower than a bullet, so the giant started to dodge it. He was too slow, and it ended up breaking his right arm at the elbow. At first, he didn't make a sound. Then when he noticed the strange angle his arm was at, he yelled furiously. "WHO DID THAAAAAATTT!?!?!?" Vash didn't come up. "WHO SHOT MEEEEE?!!? COME OUT, COWARD!!!!" Vash dashed to another hole, this one behind the cool man. Everyone, including the hostages looked around for the shooter, but found nothing. Enraged, the big guy grabbed a woman and lifted her by the face. "UNLESS WHOEVER SHOT ME COMES OUT, I'M JUST GONNA ASSUME IT WAS YOU!!!"

"No, please, it wasn't me, i'm not even armed! Please let me go!" she pleaded. Vash groaned, knowing he had to reveal himself. He rose and put his hands up.

"It was me, not her. However, unless you wanna get hurt even more, i'd suggest you leave here now. Or you will answer to me."

The giant dropped the woman as the skinny guy chuckled. "Oh, yeah, and who are you supposed to be?"

"My name....is Vash..." He glared at them as menacingly as he could manage. "..the Stampede." The three were taken a bit aback, but soon came back to reality.

"You?" the giant said. "Vash the Stampede?! HA!! Vash is a demon who levels cities and murders millions with his excellent marksmanship. Not a coward who takes lucky cheap shots from behind walls." He raised his gun with his other hand as the skinny one drew a mauser-type gun and the cool one cocked his revolver. "Die, imposter!"

First thing was first. Vash fired at the shotgun's barrels, crushing them like pop cans and launching the gun back into it's weilder's stomach. By the time he even realized it hurt, Vash had already fired another shot at a spot just to the side of the little one, so that only one arm of the cross hit his weapon sending it flying from his hand. The cool man was quick, so Vash dove into the bank to avoid his three shots. He hit the floor in a roll and came up with his gun an inch from the last robber's face. He gasped, suddenly sweating bullets.

"It is him..." the ex-cool man stammered. "He's the real deal. Vash the Stampede!" No one could believe what they'd just seen, including the hostages. "So....now you're gonna shoot me, right?" The robber swallowed hard, just before Vash raised the gun sharply into his jaw. He hit the ground hard, but he was already fading out, so he didn't notice. 'One down,' Vash thought.

The skinny guy was panicking and ran out the door, yelling for help. That left only the giant, who was currently aiming at Vash with his good arm. "That bounty is MINE!!"