[b]The Scientist and The Assassin:[/b]
"A more immediate threat? That's all you have to say?" Honestly, LeeRoy would have been a little upset. If the ones who had noticed him looked even a little intimidating. As it stands, LeeRoy is agitated by the simplicity of their notice of him. LeeRoy raised his hand a bit, aiming his Vacuum lance at the one who noticed him, placing his finger on the trigger. "Well, since I guess I'm here to kill you, I suppose I will. If you would kindly hold still, I can end this quickly." Without blinking, LeeRoy pulled the trigger. Releasing a hyper compressed sphere of air from the end of the lance.

In the meantime, a bullet left the chamber of the gun. Shin saw every small particulate explode from the barrel as it shot outwards. Watching guns fire was always a charming experience. The bullet tore through the air and struck the mask dead center. Shin's neck stiffened as the bullet's force pushed against his head. The bullet itself shattered into the mask and left a large dent and pile of debris implanted in the center. Shin didn't vocalize any sort of disdain for being shot in the face, bullets hitting him in the face is a very common thing, if the dents dotting his mask are to be believed. The assassin tilted his wrist a bit and pointed the tip of his staff at Vyrdia's chest. Like a cannonball from a cannon, the staff exploded forward and rounded itself into the size and shape of a fist. "My turn."

[b]The Spider and The Fly:[/b]
Meanwhile, Jessibelle and Wrath squared off in their own private little corner away from the pack. Jessibelle quietly weaved her death trap behind her back while Wrath seemed to pat himself on the back for a small victory. Possibly the compliment? Yes. Most likely the compliment. Break down the confident with stabbing insults. "You ssaid ladies firsst, but you haven't yet sstruck out yet? Hmm. Sseems you can't make up your mind." The spider teased more webbing out, gripping at its edges with the hairs at the end of her legs. 

Her legs pulled the webbing apart until it formed a thin mesh between her leg-ends. Covertly sliding the mesh from her back legs to the next pair, and the next and the next. Until it was just behind her front legs, the only thing really concealing the web from her opponent now is the shadow cast by her body. Jessibelle put more weight on her back legs and prepared to rear backwards, should Wrath choose to attack. "You ssaid Ladiess first! Sso go already!" The empress's tone took a cruel turn, from compliments to harsh jeering comments.