[Six shots ring out in quick succession, two aimed for each of the opposition. The aiming is hurried, more warning than deathly, but if a stray bullet hits a target here or there, he's not going to feel guilty. The noise ricochets, and between the six sharp bangs of the pistol, the battle of the two elves and the few remaining ghouls pouncing on targets, James uses the opportunity to join the fray. With the firearm tucked away, he advances rapidly from behind, taking the ghoul's lead with aiming for Lightning first. For a guy of his bulk, he's surprisingly quick.
With a lack of any fanciful blade, fists are going to have to do, and just as he steps in he puts his weight behind a hefty punch, a relatively slow but heavy swing for the head.]
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With a lack of any fanciful blade, fists are going to have to do, and just as he steps in he puts his weight behind a hefty punch, a relatively slow but heavy swing for the head.]