[ he's a long-range fighter, at the end of the day. a fighter who did his best work at a distance, with his opponent another gunslinger. His hardest fights had always been against those who closed the gap--and he now realises that, at less than half of his usual power?
...he really needed to rely on cover from people like his friends. Libra, Rose, he'll thank you both later.
His gun still had five shots in the barrel. Without his extra arm, reloading his gun would leave him wide open, so that's it. He had five shots to help figure this out, and he wasn't going to make a waste of them.
He can see you moving, Takame. Reaching for your gunblade--and he can see the shadow. Enraged by Libra's taunting, powerful words that seemed to bring the devil out in their opponent.
...It's exactly what they needed. He nods his head to rose, and dashes to the right. Gun arm up, as he aims, once again, at the more non-lethal places on takame's body.
Horn. Leg. Tail. Arm. Foot.
Those were his targets as his eyes nearly glow, umbral-like rings appearing around his pupil as he fires off his shots with the precision of any warrior of light.
...Meaning at least one would be true, right? Rose, Libra--it's up to them, now.
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[ he's a long-range fighter, at the end of the day. a fighter who did his best work at a distance, with his opponent another gunslinger. His hardest fights had always been against those who closed the gap--and he now realises that, at less than half of his usual power?
...he really needed to rely on cover from people like his friends.
Libra, Rose, he'll thank you both later.
His gun still had five shots in the barrel.
Without his extra arm, reloading his gun would leave him wide open, so that's it. He had five shots to help figure this out, and he wasn't going to make a waste of them.
He can see you moving, Takame. Reaching for your gunblade--and he can see the shadow. Enraged by Libra's taunting, powerful words that seemed to bring the devil out in their opponent.
...It's exactly what they needed.
He nods his head to rose, and dashes to the right.
Gun arm up, as he aims, once again, at the more non-lethal places on takame's body.
Horn. Leg. Tail. Arm. Foot.
Those were his targets as his eyes nearly glow, umbral-like rings appearing around his pupil as he fires off his shots with the precision of any warrior of light.
...Meaning at least one would be true, right?
Rose, Libra--it's up to them, now.
He's going to make a break for Takame. ]