"We've got a lurker," Jr commented, bullets of purple light whizzing past his ear. Aside from making his earring sway, it hadn't much effect. He was definitely dealing with a rookie, not much of a challenge and enough to almost be bored. Still, those attacks were swift, and the guy kept moving. While he knew the swordsman over there was inclined to kill these jokers, he knew he'd get an earful from Yeshua if he did the same and it wasn't completely called for.

Another volley shot his way and he ducked this time, firing again at the ground between the goon's feet. And then he was back to circling, waiting for an opportune moment. The way that guy was attacking, those spheres could hit someone mistakenly with a poorly timed shot from his pistols.

Jr grit his teeth, growing impatient with the fire-fight, slow as it was. One moment, he dodged. The next, he darted toward his opponent, weaving to avoid fire as he closed distance. Halting abruptly in front of his foe, he reeled back and delivered a kick that knocked the man off balance, staggering.

And in that instant he fired, bullet tearing through the guy's right hand. The gun dropped, and Jr ignored the indignant shouting that followed. Could've killed him, and here the goon was whining and cursing all the same. Just another reason to hate these types.

"Can't tell if it's a scout or someone's sizing you up. I'm sure they've got plenty of information on me by now," he added when it appeared his opponents were inclined to drag themselves away rather than continue their assault, exchanging an empty magazine in one pistol for a fresh one.