[color=C13F1F][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o8DgYOK.png[/img][h2]Mae Ah-ryeon[/h2][/center][/color]
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Ah-ryeon didn't react much to the gunshot. She didn't feel like she was hit, so there wasn't much to react to beyond the noise. The other agents would easily deal with that single threat. When more began to spill out, her opinion didn't change. The others could handle it. It wasn't necessary for her to step in.

Of course, even more began to spill out afterwards. It was beginning to be comical. Though, she supposed that it would be reasonable that they were all coming out of a large manor. It wasn't as though they were being birthed from nothing in a clown-car--even if these types of situations reminded her of one.

What Ah-ryeon wasn't doing was participating in brutal combat. No, there wasn't much point for her to do so. Her knife fighting could take on any foe, but it paled in comparison to a brute of flesh capable of rolling every problem away or the flaming blows of a magic blade. While her pistol could dissuade a tanegashima-wielding ashigaru, she lacked the ammo to have a discernible impact. It didn't help that any generic ritual she could perform would likely singe Numako's eyebrows off as consequence.

That didn't mean she was doing nothing. Intentionally using the flesh monstrosity as a shield, she had been preparing sticks of incense downwind of Numako. While such a gesture could be considered mindful of others, the truth was that Mae couldn't be arsed to deal with whatever consequences came from waving incense in front of a possessee.

[color=C13F1F]"Surely someone else finds the idea of someone collecting so many antiquities in their manor a little strange,"[/color] she mused to nobody in particular.

With lighter in one hand and incense in the other, she threw the aromatic sticks at the ghostly ashigaru and the various piles of dark ooze, the embers further igniting the aromatics instead of fading. Such was the nature of what Ah-ryeon burnt; she had solved the issue of having to utilize incense while actively being under attack long ago.

Her actions were mostly a test. She didn't have the luxury to brute force her way through every battle. It was always good to see how things reacted to different actions. The dark ooze especially worried her. Spirits didn't usually dissolve into a pile of goo that still felt like [i]something[/i] when they were slain. In fact, they usually just broke apart and hobbled.