[Dante, that's gross. Kamui doesn't seem to be especially bothered by it, though, so much as he is interested. His silver eye might keep him alive indefinitely, but they wouldn't stop a bullet. Actually healing is something amazing in and of itself.
At Dante's words, Kamui meets his eyes again, looking up from the collection of bullets in the man's palm. He offers a modest smile back. He'll be able to get a few more moments of rest without any further issue, if Kamui can help it.] Thanks. You can count on me.
[Humble as his nature may be, he's no slouch when it comes to a fight-- hell, he might've even taken Travis down, if their fight hadn't been stopped prematurely. (Speaking of Travis, he definitely would've enjoyed this little outing: Dante's thirst for blood is so much like his friend's, really...)
So, taking point, he's off. Dante's picked off all but the youkai bearing shotguns; small, but agile, Kamui moves to hide behind another overturned table, fearlessly baiting one into firing off a blast and leaving himself vulnerable on the reload. Kamui snipes him from cover, and Ebony's bullets land true-- the hired gun is down with a bullet in his skull. One beside him hesitates, startled his comrade is gone, and in that second Kamui pops back out again, tagging him in the shoulder.
But Kamui leans more on his brains than his brawn. His eyes dart up to a chandelier on the casino ceiling, and with a well-aimed bullet, he breaks the cord that anchors it to the ceiling. With a deafening crash, it hits the floor, disabling a few more men.]
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At Dante's words, Kamui meets his eyes again, looking up from the collection of bullets in the man's palm. He offers a modest smile back. He'll be able to get a few more moments of rest without any further issue, if Kamui can help it.] Thanks. You can count on me.
[Humble as his nature may be, he's no slouch when it comes to a fight-- hell, he might've even taken Travis down, if their fight hadn't been stopped prematurely. (Speaking of Travis, he definitely would've enjoyed this little outing: Dante's thirst for blood is so much like his friend's, really...)
So, taking point, he's off. Dante's picked off all but the youkai bearing shotguns; small, but agile, Kamui moves to hide behind another overturned table, fearlessly baiting one into firing off a blast and leaving himself vulnerable on the reload. Kamui snipes him from cover, and Ebony's bullets land true-- the hired gun is down with a bullet in his skull. One beside him hesitates, startled his comrade is gone, and in that second Kamui pops back out again, tagging him in the shoulder.
But Kamui leans more on his brains than his brawn. His eyes dart up to a chandelier on the casino ceiling, and with a well-aimed bullet, he breaks the cord that anchors it to the ceiling. With a deafening crash, it hits the floor, disabling a few more men.]
Saw a couple more, Dante, [Kamui calls behind him,] taking cover, too!