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Interacting with: Amina, Lancer [@Phase Transit][/center]

Although he didn't show it, James took careful note of the restraint in Amina's hands as he grasped his own. He was aware of her physical attributes, but it wasn't hard to tell from the strength he could feel, even if she was holding back. The corner of James's mouth lifted slightly as he appeared to adjust his coat, brushing back the sides of his coat to reveal his armament, careful not to let any of the others see. 

[color=dimgray]"I understand, but we've fought mages before. Most of them rely on magecraft as a crutch, so It's hurts them a lot more when you kick it out from under them."[/color]

The sound of approaching foot steps caught his attention and he swiftly moved his hands, letting his coat fall back over his weaponry. He watched wordlessly as the approaching man announced himself as a Master before disappearing into the church, a eyebrow raising on the hunter's face as he did so. James turned back to the swordswoman in front of him.

[color=dimgray]"He seemed far too nonchalant for a man entering a war... Regardless, we have two objectives for now. Ascertain the purpose of this meeting, and summon your servant. Lancer is on standby outside, but we should hold off on your summoning until we find somewhere more secure."[/color]

When he finished speaking, he tapped into the telepathic link between Lancer and himself. [i][color=dimgray]"Lancer, remain by the gate. Interact with some of the other servants if you deem it prudent, but be careful to avoid giving away any important information."[/color][/i] As he was relaying his instructions, he pulled the gun on his left leg from its holster, chambered a fresh round, and replaced it doing the same to the gun on his right. As he pulled back the slide, he held it for a moment as he looked back at the Ossetian witch.

[color=dimgray]"Let's go, shall we?"[/color]

And with that, he let the slide go, a bullet sliding into place with a satisfying metallic click before he slipped the weapon back into its holster and pulled the scarf a little looser from his neck.