I will duel anyone who comes to Chicago. 

Flash-Fire is too cowardly, so he's out.

Tutte might. 

Anyone else? 

Today, those ripped off by the Raphael_Debar lineage, and the descendents of LouisT - MURDERED - by Lordian, struck a blow about Raphael.  Tragically, the bullets trajectory was all out of goose, so we killed three other people.

Raphael can stop the out of control death train by explaining WHY LouisT was MURDERED. 

Over to you, SCUMBAG 

A loud crack of a revolver sounds in the air as Roger’s lifeless body slumps to the ground. Marston blows the smoke from his barrel before holstering his revolver with a flourish.

His hands appear still but Marston feels a huge sense of relief. While he was confident that he would defeat Roger, gambling with his life was daunting, no matter how good the odds. Following the old code of the west, he knows that it's his responsibility to bury his opponent, so he picks up a spade, and lays the body across his horse.

Marston leads his horse to the outskirts of Chicago and quickly finds a suitable spot for the grave, under a tree in a quiet corner of the city. He digs a hole six-foot deep to accommodate Roger's body, and to ensure it isn’t dug up by any wild animals. He takes Roger’s body from his horse and it lands with a thud as he drops it into the hole. He then removes his hat and clears his throat.

“May wisdom replace recklessness in generations to come”

He picks up the spade and fills the hole, before constructing a makeshift cross to mark the location of the grave. He jumps back on his horse and rides off in the sunset, leaving the grave and his memories behind him.

Marston, consult your family journals and you'll remember that my lineage cost you about $250m.  That was funny. Laugh out loud. 

Marston notices the young man below as he passes by on horseback, he bares a striking resemblance to the man he just defeated.

"Young man I know my family history well, but cannot recall the incident that you refer to. Alas, my memory isn't what it used to be, but enlighten me if you must. Rest assured, I believe the sins of the father do not carry to the son..."

A massive hit, and a lot of dead BG's.  Fun times, son.  Fun times. 

Marston nods his head then rolls his eyes.

"Ahhh yes, of course, that... I'll be sure to write it down on my long list of things that never happened, so I don't forget again..."

Flash-Fire is such a punk.  Such a loser.