A Simple Bounty and Retrieval Job (Woof and Grey)

Guerrero moved quickly when the chaos erupted.  Using the reverse side of the head he hooked a man's boot, dragging him ou of his saddle.  With a sudden violent stomp, he caved in the hapless man's rib cage.

Much like the other giant, the warrior was resistant to the bullets fired by the antique weapons.  They stung as they struck but never seemed to pierce skin.  Still, he'd prefer the shooting stop.

With a turn, he hacked into a rider that had failed to dismount quickly enough.  The beard to the axe tore a gash in the man's guts, spilling bowels onto his saddle.  Continuing to turn, he lobbed the axe.  It hit with enough force to split another man's sturnum and send him sprawling.

Guerrero's pistol left his holster and in an instant, it was leveled at his next target.  It kicked up as a bullet left the chamber, striking a rider in the eye.  *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*  Two more fell; one hit twice in the chest, another struck in the knee with enough force to drop him into the dirt.  He rolled in time for the heel of Guerrero's boot to crush his larynx.

Light drew his attention and the warrior turned to see the commander rushing the other giant with a...magic sword? He did NOT remember that from his history lessons. Guerrero aimed low and fired, hoping to hit the man in the legs. Something told him they needed answers...

The squad leader quickly found himself overmatched, and his robotic nature was revealed, the lightning from Faith melting away his flesh and overloading his systems, the bullet to the leg causing him to trip. With the soldiers around being slain and the terminator's chip fried, all was now well. Diana sheathed her sword after wiping the blood from it.

The surviving mexican soldiers wise up and flee for the hills. But, seeing the power of the trio, the mexican family was frozen in fear, until...

A dashing figure on horseback rode towards the scene of the attack. His arrival caused the mexican family to stand up, inspired. One word escaped their mouths that would have probably been recognized. "Zorro."

"...Hola, seniors, senorita. I see you have fought against the men of Santa Anna... but tell me, are you friend or foe to the people of California?" He spoke in eloquent spanish, riding atop a black steed. He wore the cape, the hat, the mask, had a sword and a bullwhip, everything.

"English. do. you. speak it? Also.... aren't you a bit warm to be wearing all black in the desert?" Diana asked the masked hero, covering up her disbelief. Wasn't Zorro a fictional character? Also, was this for real? Time travel?

"My apologies, lady swordsman. Yes, it is a bit warm. but please. I would know, who are you all? I do not recognize your manner of dress, and I would gamble you are not native Californians."

"I am Diana Mendoza, a swordsman from the East." She actually curtsied. "...Zorro, if that is who you really are... might I ask what year is it?"

"It is 1835. Why do you ask?" Zorro inquired.