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“That’s fine. I’ll handle the killing then.” Travis said, using his katana to block as many bullets as he could, a few did graze him before he went for the closest attacker to him and managing to slice him and another in two and jumping back and behind cover, waiting for them to reload.
Arelette wasn’t exactly a fan of guns. In fact, if she hadn’t befriended Frank Castle, she’d probably openly state that she hated them every time they were a topic of conversation. They were loud, disorienting, and in her opinion, barbaric. Still, she did her best to assess her situation without poking her head out, sniffing the air despite knowing that she’d probably get a headache from the sheer amount of gunpowder.
They were definitely outnumbered, but likely not outmatched, if the first guy she attacked had the same skill level as everyone else present. Judging from how many bullets were being unloaded, she knew they’s all have to stop and reload soon. So she bidded her time in cover, slowly shifting into what could only be described as a creature that looked like an armoured tiger.
As soon as the gunfire got a bit quieter, she made her move, jumping over a car and lunging towards one of the assailants, with her claws sheathed for the time being.
Travis watched her for a few seconds after taking one of the men out. “Huh… Don’t see that everyday.” He said, quickly moving on and cutting one of the men to pieces with his katana. “Usually I’m the one tearing people to shreds.” He said, going back to slicing up the shooters.