The ol' snipe-n-pray play

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. His mind focused as sharply as it ever was, Vash fired. The shot would become legendary, even among stories about Vash the Stampede. The small bullet from the derringer went between the hammer and barrel at the exact right moment, stopping the two from making contact. Everyone was stunned, but the giant soon became angry. "WHO DID THAAAAAATTT!?!?!?" Vash didn't come up. "WHO DARES STOP MY FUN?!!? 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 AT ME COMES OUT, I'M JUST GONNA ASSUME IT WAS YOU!!!"

"No, please, it wasn't me! I'm not that good, 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, impostor!"

First thing was first. Vash fired at the shotgun's barrels, rupturing the shells. When the giant pulled the trigger, only the loose shot came pouring out. By the time he even realized his weapon was just a club now, Vash had already fired another shot the little one's gun, 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. He's 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 clubbed him with the gun's handle. 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!!" Vash already knew he was out of ammo.