[@MonsieurShade]
"One, I'm not in the wrong here! Two, I [b]said[/b] 'clear' when I threw them! Why are you going around dropping a perfectly good gun?!" Krystoff yelled back, perfectly capable of venting his frustration and killing ghouls at the same time. His sword was practically oozing energy as Krystoff's rage grew. Three ghouls lunged at him, but he nimbly parried a slashing claw as he skipped behind the trio. He slashed one, seeing the white of bone. He turned and stabbed another through the side, making it cough blood like a clogged faucet. The third he mounted and stabbed through its skull, the creature immediately stiffening and then falling to the floor as Krystoff rolled clear. "Do you know how bad that is for a gun? You should keep better care of your weapons!" 

His own rifle was still safe and sound on the container, while his MP5 was slung across his back. Krystoff always kept his guns as pristine and well-maintained as could be. Dimitri may act gruff and have a large physique, but that had never fazed the young man. Krystoff knew he was a good brother and an even better slayer. He tracked Dimitri across the room, finishing off his brother's maimed foes after dispatching his own with quick slashes and thrusts. The duo's styles were inherently different, but complimentary. In Krystoff's opinion, his brother's style was a tad barbaric, but it got results and he couldn't argue with that.