[And keep up the pace he does. It's almost a shame he'll have to give Ebony back: she's not what he's used to, but she still handles like a dream. It feels so, so much better to be fully in control like this, gun in hand, than improvising as he'd done before. Kamui really owes Dante big for this one. He'll have to figure out how to thank him later, for sure.

With Dante mowing his way through like a tank and Kamui picking off any stragglers hiding and setting their sights on the other man, they're up the stairs and around the corner in no time. Easier for Kamui than Dante, honestly-- with such a big, imposing target barrelling his through the casino, Dante's drawing nearly all the gunfire his way.

Then again...]

Are you all right?

[By the time they're behind cover again, Kamui's seen him get shot more than once, and yet he hasn't stopped or slowed in the least. He gives him a concerned once-over before he peeks his head around the corner of their latest hiding spot, firing a few more rounds off.]

Some of those looked nasty. If you need I can take point-- [But he trails off as soon as he takes another glance back at Dante. Those weren't scratches. They're already gone? Kamui blinks, dumbfounded.]

You're healing. [Which means he has powers, of some sort.] Your abilities-- [BANG; Kamui frowns tightly, leans around the corner again, and fires off another shot with Ebony back.] --your abilities work here? None of mine do.