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Quint's eyes kept most attention on Caliber, but they twitched, alert for most quick movements that started after a pause, and the..

"Kid?!" Quint blurted, squinting now to get a better look. He gasped, after all seemingly possible adult causes for someone to be that short and still hold a weapon, on his back no less..

"I think we're slipping.." He scratched his head with his free left, "Car theives, Illegal property, and now Child Endangerment."

"Cali," Quint called, and open hand facing the 'boy', "Like to resolve this mess here? We'd all hate never being able to fight here again, wouldn't you agree?"

Kane spread himself out more, he was going to try and corner her into the back of the ring, while he knew that people fought hardest while backed up into a corner, a fiery corner that would burn them to death was very different. He continued advancing slowly, hands up at his sides, looking very focused as he moved in for the kill. Once he was within melee distance, his left hand shot up for her throat.

Hand on his chin, and brow raised, Quint looked on into the aura of darkness, knowing that what went in before likely wouldn't be the same coming out. This to him was a clear sign of a combatant, and he tightened his grip on the sword, anxious to see the results.

Taller than him, Quint chuckled a bit. It seemed the whole 'child' thing was a ruse, and it would apparent that he had upset this newcomer a bit with the kid comment.

"Not anymore.." He answered, facing more towards the male, "I think he scampered off though, right before your flashy arrival." Quint knew the man in front of him was the same, the huge weapon giving that away.

"Guns are nooo fun.." Speaking to himself, he wondered how to get within range, his bats long gone. Shrugging, he thought of a different tactic.

"How about you drop the gun.." Quint spoke slowly, kneeling down, softly placing his sword on the ground, "And we chat for a minute. First off, what did I do to get that gun pointed at me?"

A wide blink, then a few staps back, Quint thought he could feel the blood slip from the wound, arms and legs going numb. Vision began to dim when a bellowing uproar flooded his world in light, he taking a geep gasp of air. Knocked down, Quint sat up, quickly remembering what this was like. Chimerstry*. A brand of abilities that alter transmissions in the brain, this one forcing the user into a fantasy world, and unless the victim had a strong mind, one could get lost within themselves..

Still sitting, Quint joined the male in his laugh. "Pretty good.." He spoke, picking himself up, eyes steeled. "For a second there, I could have thought this was the time to hang it up."

Looking down at his sword briefly, he went for it..

Only to stop short of his blade, pressing both palms into the ground! From them a blue lightning emerged, it flowing straight to Mitsotsu. Once underfoot, a huge tile and stone fist rose, slowly closing for his body..

((* Evidence of experience with type of skill.))

Since the fight seems to have shifted away from him he isnt sure if he should get involved."Quint do you have this handled or do you need some help?" With the man with the gun now standing around the entrance and the surrounding fire on the other side he worries if he could even get out willingly at this point. (( The top of the arena is open right so technically I could climb out correct or is it different from what I thought it was.))

"Well, if it's that important to you... It's Mitsotsu, plain and simple. And from your... "friend's" comment, I'm guessing that you're Quint, right? Well, now that introductions are out of the way, come on, attack!" He points his monolith of a handgun at the hand that seemed to have slowed it's approach towards him even more. "Unless you just want me to blast your little toy to bits? You probably won't get another chance like this... 'Old Timer'."

With the arch of an eyebrow, Mitsotsu brought the gun to his front and spun it on his finger, blocking or deflecting most of the shards, the rest whizzing very close to his skin. "Well, that was boring Quint, but at least something happened." With another motion he popped a shot at the hand, the pinky of which shattered to rubble on the floor. "This little piggy went to market..."

((What? I replied))