Mist had sat around on a log waiting to hear the voices of his crew so he would know where to meet them. Of course, he couldn't call out to them or anything, so his only choice was to sit and wait. As he did, he glanced over to the dead body from time to time. It was weird how comfortable he was around bodies. Well, he was a bounty hunter after all. It still amazed him, though. There was a human being, dead, right in front of him. A perfectly round bullet hole right between his eyes, with the slightest tinge of burnt flesh around it. Ah, he would need to see if the town below had bullets.
As the sound of Arata's supersomic screech reached him, Mist instinctively jumped up off his log, guns ready. Realizing it was his crewmate, he holstered his guns and jogged in that direction, hoping everyone else would be there as well.
Indeed, as Arata and Mist rejoined their captain, Ayumi was there too. But so was the marksman for the other crew, and their captain. Mist kept his hand on his Flame Linebaugh just in case.
"Well, your crew's all here," said Al, scratching his head in confusion, "but mine ain't."
The obvious confused expression on Mist's faced prompted Giru to explain. "These guys weren't the culprits. They were waiting in that house to ambush whoever is."
Mist's eyes widened. He looked back in the direction he came from, pulling on his collar nervously. Ayumi could tell something was amiss. '/Mist, are you alright?/' she asked him telepathically.
'/No./' Mist responded. '/I killed the guy I was up against./'
Ayumi's eyebrows now raised. She called to Giru telepathically nown relaying this information. Giru cursed under his breath.
"So, uh, where're my guys?"
Arata put his hands behind his head, monkey wrench in hand. "I think he's unconscious. He's in a rock ball thing back where i came from."
Al sighed, shaking his head. "I... gotta train him or some'n. And what about Jinta?" He asked, looking at Mist.
Giru stepped forward, pushing Mist behind him. "Jinta... is dead."
Al's jaw hung open, and his grip on the giant sledgehammer tightened. After a few seconds of silence, his slack-jawed disbelief turned into tight lipped anger. "Well I hope you don't think we're all peachy keen anymore. It was HIM, wasn't it?!" He asked furiosly, pointing his hammer at Mist. Giru nodded slowly. "Don't let your anger take you over. One of your crew is unconscious, one is dead, and one will need to chamge his underwear if Ayumi even looks in his direction. Even if you beat me, you'll have three unique opponents next on your hands."
Al slammed the hammer down, making a pothole. "ENOUGH TALK! EYE FOR AN EYE, SHIT-HEAD! NOW YOU GONNA FIGHT ME OR YOU GONNA LET ME CRUSH THAT WHITE HAIRED BASTARD'S BRAINS IN!?"
Giru levitated slightly off the ground, slouching forward and tentacles raised to strike.
Al's marksman tried to aim his gun at Giru, but his arms and legs were trembling in fear. Every time he tried to focus on Giru, his eyes wandered over to Ayumi. Noticing this, Ayumi flipped her hair and removed her glasses, eyes bright pink. He dropped the gun and started backing away, sweat already forming on his forehead.
Giru leaned, as if he was about to take off in high speed flight. "Don't do this." He pleaded Al, but his words fell on deaf ears. Al brought his hammer up over his head and swung down.