Kayneth
"Well--- LET'S GO!"
Kayneth smiled his wild smile, no duel but taking out a large portion of enemies was always great! Though, he didn't much care for a side in all this. Everyone was a hostile, everyone was a threat! His patience had paid off, just like it usually did.
"Fuckin' FINALLY!" He muttered, following Bennie. He expected him to be a bit faster, for some reason, but they made it a few blocks in decent time.
He went around the side of the building, too much gunfire inbetween the two. Maidens were going to get dead soon anyways, it was only a matter of time after this. They were even more injured! He vaguely hoped no one had suffered a head shot, he needed those fuckers mostly intact.
The gunfire was dying down it seemed, too few moments to get to were he wanted to be. He peeked around an edge, seeing a few of the bandito's running towards him. He smiled as he wound up his sword arm, standing behind a dumpster.
"C'mon, we gotta-"
*SHING*
A vertical slice, cut his arm off at the elbow. Kayneth readjusted, pushing him into the gunfire of his friends. Adrenaline kicked in; inhale, raised reolver as the bullets flew past him. Slow exhale, looking for spots to shoot. He smirked as he found it, moving his finger to the trigger. Hiding behind a friend, how brave, the bullet passed through the first, exploding in him and making him fall into the arms of his friend. Kayneth ducked back around his corner, pulling back the hammer again. Two down.
Not too many left.
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Warren
Smiles followed instinct, ducked behind the Crawler when the bullets started flying. He kept up suppressing fire, but the smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder... He grinned, Ruffles had had a few close calls, but it seemed shit was winding down. Warren made sure to light up as many mother fuckers as he could if they got too close, though, maybe getting a body count of 2 that way. He stood up from his over finally, flicking to semi-auto. A few snipers, he'd paid attention to their little fucking hidey holes.
"Ratatatat, motherfuckers! HAHAHA!" His bullets flew true enough, he'd always been a good shot. He saw the red mist from behind his cover, should've chosen better. He readjusted, bold little fucker was about to take the shot. Warren sprayed, two misses, one in the chest, he noted as he flew back. He sat back down, listening...
"Gun shots, left side of the building." Warren called out, Moving past the group. He wanted in on that shit. He dashed between cover, avoiding sniper fire as best he could. Still, managed to get one to graze his arm, underestimated his speed as he sprinted between a body and the alley.
He could see inside it, though. A man was in open space, Warren raised his rifle and took a quick shot.
"YOU MOTHER-"
Warren smirked, taking a position opposite the... super, super white guy. Red hair, red eyes, white as goddamned snow. "Come here often?" He yelled to him, getting a middle finger in response. He heard a tiny voice from inside the alley.
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Vergil
"Fucking shit piss!" The boy muttered to himself, running towards the gunfire. Not unusual, he supposed, but he had to check out every fight to check for the Maidens. This meant way too much fucking gunfire for his lifetime. He threw up his hood, hiding behind a dumpster as men passed by, all yelling. Flanking their enemies? Did they... did they even know the term 'flanking'?
*SHING*
That was blade cutting through flesh, ambushers became ambushee's. Vergil peeked around, ducking immediately back as an explosive round tore up one of the bandits. That... was going to stay with him for the rest of his life. He gulped loudly, looking around. A sweaty, hairy bandito crouched next to him, panting and checking his gun. He looked at Vergil, doing a double take.
"Do I-?"
"Nope." The orphan kicked the man in the side, into the open. "YOU MOTHER-" His sentence was cut off with a salvo of assault rifle rounds. Vergil could hear some faint yelling in the background, two men it sounded like.
"... I'm friendly?!" The boy called out, hoping the men believed him.
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Aquila
She'd seen a trio in the back of an alley.
A boy about her age, a noble who was hopefully just drugged, and a woman with a bandit scarf. She'd have shot them on sight, if it wasn't for that little scarf. Didn't want to upset another bandit family, not just yet. Too many enemies were a terrible thing, her mother had told her. Only pick on civilians. They were easier.
She was mostly just curious, though. A boy in rags, a man in a suit, and a girl dressed like a bandit. They retreated into the sewer, and she followed. She justified her curiosity by reminding herself she could rob them later, if it turned out to be nothing. They seemed nervous in the dark tunnels, did they notice her? She was forced to follow their flashlight. It was possible they simply heard her, she supposed, the slosh didn't help.
After a moment, she had followed them into... a forest? That was likely the term. She'd never seen one, and she found it... surreal. Too much green, she felt herself getting a headache in it. And it was a maze! She groaned, simply grasping a free branch and climbing up. Better vantage, didn't have to worry about much except how to get to the next tree.
After awhile, she had found the edge of the maze, they'd struck up conversation with the lady while the nobleman did... whatever the fuck he was doing. Drugs. Head trauma. Something. The one in the scarf was in the nearby watchtower. She saw the light reflecting off her scope, though it could've been someone else.
"NO ONE FUCKN' MOVE!"
"Hm?"
[sub]"Give it up, kid. We know who you are! We're here for the bounty on your mom and... we'd like to ask you some questions..."[/sub]
[sub]"What do we do about these guys?"[/sub]
[sub]"Let them go. If they attempt to help the boy... make sure you get them all. The *****'s got connections to Wilks-Vine. We don't want that kinda heat on us if we can help it."[/sub]
Aquila looked through her scope, listening intently. Sounded like they were taking the kid she was following. She was beginning to like that kid... She shrugged, might as well start the conflict. She aimed, steadying on the one with the pistol trained on the boy in rags. Slow exhale...
No one else was firing.
"Odd." she muttered, matter of factly as she checked around the groups. A gun pointed at his head, the one in the tower did nothing. Didn't she... care for the kid? Little brother or something, though their looks were so different. Maybe friends...? Lovers?
She decided to stand by, for now. The first shot could be fired by someone else, then, if no one else would... she would.