The Shadow Keeper Pirates returned to shore, walking towards the soldiers who kept their guns at standby, the apparent head of the small group smiling as he held his hand out for the 100,000 Beli owed.
Tyque's eyes scanned the small unit, searching for traces of penitence amongst the faces of the soldiers. Understanding displayed on her face as she noticed about five of the soldiers scowling at the one asking for money, not even attempting to hide their scorn for his action. Those were the ones Giru wanted to spare. The ones folliwing orders they loathed. The rest of them could die. Should die.
'Are we fast enough to dodge bullets?' Giru asked Akuma.
'Mmm... Yes and no. If you can keep track of them all, teleporting away when they're about to shoot is easy.' Akuma responded.
"HEY! COUGH UP THE MONEY OR TURN AROU-"
Giru's fist interrupted the man's yelling, knocking him a few feet into the air, startling rest of the soldiers for a split second before the battle commenced!
Giru teleported behind the unit, using his tentacles to cause painful yet non lethal wounds to the marines in an effort to incapacitate them. He didnt notice it at first, but as the red cones sank deep into the flesh of one in particular soldier, he remembered what Brooke had told him.
The Marines have played a dirty hand...
Arata's speed severely outclassed the soldiers here. He could certainly react to the sound of a trigger being pulled and dodge in time, so this was a cakewalk! Zipping around the dock, he would strike any soldier he passed on the back of the head with his monkey wrench. It was pretty funny too. He used his speed to add to the power of his attacks, stopping a few feet out of the crowd with the monkey wrench leaned on his shoulder, smiling wide as the soldiers tried to shoot him and he vanished again. He felt so cool.
Ayumi hadn't gone into combat yet. She honestly felt no need to. This ragtag militia would be taken out in seconds, and adding her abilities to the mix would have been overkill. Instead, she'd try to get as much information as she could while keeping up a barrier to block any stray bullets. While these marines focused on combat, she could easily hop between their subconscious and find out more about this place.
Tyque made a mental note of where the few 'good hearted' marines were, reluctantly swearing not to kill them as she engaged in combat. Tyque's witchcraft was no basic double, bubble, toil and trouble. She was a Necromancer, to be exact! As a group of marines brandished their rifles to fire at her, an enormous ribcage sprung forth from the ground, pristine white bones deflecting the shots before harm could come to her.
Then there was Mr. Sin. An observer would feel immense pity on this group that dared to fire on the witch, as they were met with the full fury of the reanimated chef! The group expected to be able to fluently dodge the large zombie, but to their dismay, he moved with the agility of any live human! A casual chop to the side and an arm was broken. The battle seemed entirely too simple.
Mist hadn't even gone into combat either. He stood beside Ayumi, twirling a gun on his finger as he watched the chaos unfold. This was not the result of arrogance or laziness, however. Since the beginning of combat, Mist noticed a lack of... Fear. A lack of self preservation. These men weren't afraid of getting hurt. He had a theory, and an easy way to test it. All it took was a silencer.
A clean shot. No mana used, a simple bullet put through the leg of a soldier preoccupied with fighting Mr. Sin. Theory tested, theory proved.
The man Giru stabbed quickly gripped the tentacle used to impale him. Whipping Giru around, he threw him into a nearby building.
Giru and Mist came to the same realization simultaneously.
These men couldn't feel a thing.