[ It's fine for him, if they don't want to talk first. Talk is cheap, when there's prize money on his family's head. Whether or not it's entirely these peoples' doing, he doesn't know. If they're the first of many rungs that climb high, he'll simply knock them out, step by step. Takasugi's blade appears and Mikazuki sees it — he's trained to see it, the torrential violence that follows the draw of a weapon. It creates its own light in the dim space. Once the blades clash and Mikazuki hears the familiar impact of steel against flesh, he's looking to the rest of the group.
He still smells fire but it's the glow pouring from one, a woman, that has his attention. It glimmers from her, turning her skin a lucid blue as it wreathes toward her ally, beginning to staunch blood and knit flesh. He has to move after that now that he recognizes healing magic, darting from into the alley with his gun drawn. Her face draws tight with fear as he swings his arm up and fires, a bite of muzzle flash appearing. Her nimbleness makes the shot hit her arm, but it stops the spell well enough.
Mikazuki advances when blood spatters the ground, driving her back into the third culprit. A swell of orange light starts, smoke rising. ]
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He still smells fire but it's the glow pouring from one, a woman, that has his attention. It glimmers from her, turning her skin a lucid blue as it wreathes toward her ally, beginning to staunch blood and knit flesh. He has to move after that now that he recognizes healing magic, darting from into the alley with his gun drawn. Her face draws tight with fear as he swings his arm up and fires, a bite of muzzle flash appearing. Her nimbleness makes the shot hit her arm, but it stops the spell well enough.
Mikazuki advances when blood spatters the ground, driving her back into the third culprit. A swell of orange light starts, smoke rising. ]