Mist felt a little dumb fighting a swordsman. Guns versus swords? That wouldn't give him much of a challenge. Then again, underestimating an opponent could mean the death of him. So which gun would he use? The sniper rifle was to slow to reload, and at a close distance it was more dead weight than anything. A combination of linebaughs would do nicely, but in case the swordsman got too close, Mist would want to use the shotgun. Well, he had all but the sniper with him. He pulled out the lightning linebaugh and the ice benelli, steadying himself for combat. The swordsman had gotten distance from the rest of his crew, so it was possible he needed the extra space.
Mist rolled to the right as a sword came swinging down at his left shoulder. It chipped off the leather of his coat, but nothing more. As Mist got up from his roll, he aimed the pistol in the direction the sword came from. Nothing there. He slowly turned, searching for his opponent amidst the trees of the woods surrounding the cliff. In a way, it almost made him laugh. He had eyes that could never miss, but if he couldn't see his opponent, what good were they? Of course, his opponent didn't know that, so he was probably hiding out of instinct. Anyone would keep themselves out of a marksman's line of fire.
"Hehehe..." a voice chuckled out. Mist couldn't believe it. He had actually given away his position with his voice. "Wondering why you can't find me-" He was actually about to explain his ability? What a moron. Interrupting his speech, Mist fired the pistol in the voice's direction. The bullet zipped through the trees, a blue trail of electricity trailing 5 inches behind it. The swordsman fell out of the tree, clenching his bleeding shoulder in pain. "AAARGH! You BASTARD!"
Mist wished he could have told the man how dumb he was, but he doubted he understood sign language. He aimed between the man's eyes and pulled the trigger again. Looks like it was a dumb fight after all.
Mist vs Swordsman
Winner
Mist
Ayumi vs Marksman
Ayumi couldn't help but notice all the bandits splitting up, taking their fights elsewhere. There had to be some reason to that. She'd have to find out later. As her soon to be defeated opponent stopped, turning towards her, she blew a strand of hair out of her face and asked, "So why are you all splitting up? Why separate yourselves when you should have some sort of teamwork?"
The marksman smiled a devillish smile. "Big Al needs his space when he's fightin'. That freak in your crew's gonna get the shit kicked out of him! And you? Well, I think we'll have some fun together, once i blow off your kneecaps!" He exclaimed, taking shots at her legs. The bullets bounced harmlessly off of a wide pink translucent wall. She huffed and folded her arms, putting one hand on her temple, "Honestly, could you be any more vulgar? And why is it the very first thing you think to do is to incapacitate then rape me? Can't you think of anything more clever? On second thought, don't answer that."
8 pink shurikens appeared in the air around Ayumi, spinning at a high velocity. She stretched her hand out forward, causing them to shoot toward the marksman at high speed. Her eyes widened in surprise as only two of the 8 shurikens hit him. "Shocked?" He asked, a grin on his face and blood leaking from the two gashes on his arms. "My bullets are made from seastone! Your little devil fruit won't save you!"
Ayumi held up her finger in a matter-of-fact way, "One, my ability is no devil fruit, so I don't know how you shot those down. Two, you're the one bleeding."
"SH-SHUT UP! I'LL MAKE SURE TO DESTROY YOUR VOICE BOX WHEN I SKULL-FUCK YOU!" he shouted again, shooting at her once more. The bullets all bounced off the psychic wall once more. Ayumi sighed, "Again with the vulgarity? Do you need a counselor? Have you ever been with a woman?"
The man threw a bomb now, which covered the area in smoke.
"Touched a nerve, there?" She asked, slyly covering her smile.
Her smile faded as a sharp pain entered her stomach. She created a bubble around herself and quickly pushed it outward, pushing everything away. Ayumi looked down to see a dagger lodged in her abdomen.
Arata vs Unknown
The run over here was boring. Arata was used to zipping around at high speeds, so lagging behind this guy required effort to be slow. His butterscotch was almost gone, and Ayumi had taken all his sweets to make sure he ate one at a time. The man finally stopped running, so Arata stretched his legs in preparation for a fight. The man didn't say anything, he just made a karate movie pose and did the 'come' hand movement. Arata wasn't sure about how he should fight, so he pulled out his monkey wrench, hoping it would suffice as a weapon. He looked between the wrench and the man multiple times. "So, um... do we take turns or...?" He asked, scratching his head. The man looked repulsed, "Are you a child? This is no game, you're fighting to live!" He exclaimed. He stomped on the ground, causing a block of stone to jump up. He then kicked it, sending it flying at Arata. Arata just put his hands behind his head and began vibrating his body at the speed of sound, passing through the block of stone. "S-s-s-o-o-o i-i-i-is i-i-i-t m-m-m-y-y-y-y tu-u-urn?" Arata asked, the vibration distorting his voice. He held the wrench above his head and zipped in front of the man, swinging it diagonally into his head. The man's feet became rooted into the earth so he wouldn't be knocked backward, but he did get knocked down, his knees remaining upright. Arata smiled sheepishly amd put his hands behind his head, "You fold like paper!".