| Attribute | Details |
|---|---|
| Alias | West Justice, Wasteland Drifter (formerly), Wild Wanderer (formerly) |
| Internal Name | cowboy |
| Origin | Unknown town, Los Pecados, Agelta Drylands |
| Occupation | Town Sheriff |
| Affiliation | Los Pecados indigenous peoples |
| Enemies | Iceberg Sand Hunters (hostile) |
| Weapons | Direwolf (Shotgun), Falcon (Revolver) |
| Website | Legends of Dawn hero page |
| Relationships | Claude, Mathilda (companions) |
| Waldo Kane, Blandy (enemies, Blandy deceased) |
Story of Clint in Mobile Legends Bang Bang
Clint, the sheriff of a small western town on the desolate frontier of Moniyan, was a man of unshakable resolve. With his legendary marksmanship and lightning-fast draw, he was both feared and respected. For years, Clint’s presence ensured the peace and stability of the town.
The people of this town, nestled near the border with Agelta, lived simple lives. During the day, they toiled in the sun, and by night, they gathered in the local tavern to unwind. This peaceful routine, however, was entirely due to Clint’s unwavering dedication to justice. For as long as anyone could remember, Clint had protected them from bandits and robbers, earning their love and trust.
The Night the Peace Was Broken
On what seemed like an ordinary evening, Clint was on his usual patrol, the stars casting a soft glow over the town. Suddenly, the night was shattered by gunshots and drunken shouts coming from the tavern. Clint’s instincts told him something was wrong. He rushed to the scene, his gun at the ready.
Inside, chaos reigned. A group of rowdy gangsters, led by a man named Blandy, was wreaking havoc. Residents lay injured, and the tavern owner had been killed in cold blood. Clint confronted the gang, warning them to stand down, but his words only drew laughter.
“The town is ours now,” Blandy sneered. “Don’t meddle, sheriff.”
Those words sealed their fate. Clint drew his gun in a flash, and a fierce battle erupted. His bullets flew with deadly precision, taking down the gangsters one by one. By the end, only one managed to escape, while the rest were either captured or incapacitated.
The Price of Justice
The next day, Clint gathered the surviving gang members in the center of town to deliver justice. The townsfolk, furious at the destruction and loss of life, demanded severe punishment. Clint agreed and announced that Blandy, the gang’s leader, would be executed in three days.
But as the crowd cheered, Blandy revealed his identity: he was the nephew of Waldo Kane, the most feared crime lord in Los Pecados, the City of Sin. He warned that Kane’s wrath would descend upon the town if any harm came to him.
Fear spread through the crowd like wildfire. The townsfolk, once eager for retribution, now begged Clint to release Blandy. To them, compromising with evil seemed the only way to avoid destruction.
Clint, however, refused. To him, justice was not negotiable. “If we give in now, we’ll never be free,” he told them. Against their protests, Clint locked Blandy away, vowing to uphold the law.
Betrayed by His Own People
True to Blandy’s threat, Kane’s forces arrived three days later. Armed and ready, they demanded the release of Blandy and a ransom as compensation. The town was plunged into panic, but Clint stood firm. He called on the townsfolk to take up arms and fight for their home.
To his shock, they turned against him. Accusing Clint of bringing this calamity upon them with his stubbornness, they voted to remove him as sheriff and expelled him from the town. Blandy was released, and the ransom was paid.
But Kane’s men had no intention of honoring the deal. They overran the town, torching buildings and slaughtering those who resisted.
Clint, walking along the dusty road with his belongings in hand, saw the flames in the distance. The cries of the townsfolk reached his ears, and he stopped in his tracks.
“They betrayed me,” he thought, his fists clenched. But then, he looked at the town he had sworn to protect, now engulfed in chaos. Clint couldn’t ignore the destruction, even if the people had cast him aside. Justice wasn’t about gratitude or recognition—it was about doing what was right.
The Lone Lawman Rides Again
As the gang celebrated their conquest, Clint rode back into town like a soldier from the heavens. His silver pistol gleamed in the firelight, and his unparalleled marksmanship turned the tide of battle. One by one, the gangsters fell, their arrogance shattered by Clint’s unrelenting resolve.
By the time the dust settled, the town was saved. Blandy, wounded and barely alive, was whisked away by his remaining men. Clint, scarred and exhausted, stood victorious.
The townsfolk, realizing their mistake, begged Clint for forgiveness. They pleaded with him to stay and protect them once more.
Clint, however, simply smiled. Without a word, he mounted his old donkey and rode out of town.
A New Mission
Clint knew his fight wasn’t over. Kane’s shadow loomed over the land, and as long as the crime lord lived, no town would ever be truly safe.
“If I don’t go to him, he’ll come to me,” Clint muttered to himself as he headed toward Los Pecados. He was no longer just a sheriff—he was a man on a mission, determined to bring justice to the City of Sin and end Kane’s reign of terror once and for all.