Kill him.

Dashing forward she caught the man by surprise. Quick on the draw, his revolver snapped into his hand, as she leaped forward and into a roll. Still trying to react to the sudden appearance of a hostile ****, the man tried to lower his gun and shoot, but he was to late. Up came the vicious red head, her hand glowing with red energy, as she slammed her fist through his chest. Blood sprayed everywhere, as her glowing hand erupted out his back, leaving him in a state of shock, with **** following quickly after.

Ripping her hand from the man, who staggered his eyes now sightless. She grabbed his revolver with her left hand, and took it from him. As his body hit the ground, she wiped her arm across his side, removing a fair amount of the blood. Taking his holster, she strapped it to her own thigh, and slid the revolver home.

Slipping down the alley, cautiously, she moved deeper into the town. After a few minutes she spotted a pair of guards leaning against the walls on opposite sides, chatting about nothing. One man carried an **** rifle strapped to his shoulder, the other had a revolver at his hip, much like her own.