[color=Navy]"See? Style."[/color] In response to Gracelyn's attempt at getting Jericho to waste more time killing soldiers than he really needed to, he drew one pistol from it's holster, aimed one pistol over her left shoulder and fired. The round skimmed her ear and then buried itself in the head of the Galbadian soldier trying to sneak up on her. HE fell with a gasp of surprise and Jericho holstered the pistol once more.

[color=Gold]"And your style gives the enemy time to flank and kill you. What is that, the third time I've saved your life that way?"[/color] Turning to another group of Galbadians coming down the hall, he crosses blades with the first one to reach him with a sword and exchange a short series of blows before gutting him, knocking the sword up into the air and dragging his scythe blade across the man's chest. Moving on to the next, this one proves a touch more skilled with his blade. [color=Gold]"Bout time one of you lugs knew your way around a blade."[/color]