Go-Critic: You check your shotgun. Through the holes in your horse shaped mask you see only one shot left. It’ll have to do.
A reckless boot to the door sends an unsuspecting goon to the ground, his head a bloody pile of bad decisions. A man in the corner reacts, baseball bat in hand. He catches your last shell like a line drive. A man on the couch reacts , standing and reaching for his pistol. Without hesitation you hurl your gun at him, the force of its collision with his face brings him to the floor as well.