Though Ryza had pinned the repeater wielding Walkins to the ground, the man seemed undisturbed by the blade at his neck. In fact, he merely smirked as a mechanical, palm sized revolver quickly swung out of his sleeve as he pointed it at the swordswoman and fired, forcing her to dodge out of the way lest she get shot. With her out of the way, he quickly regained his footing, only to be forced back as Shreckt cut at his knee, lopping the lower portion of his leg off. Walkins cursed as he fell down to his knee- or stump, inky black liquid/smoke leaking from the new wound. Missing an arm and a leg, Walkins was clearly crippled, and would be unable to put up much more of a fight- regardless, the man showed neither pain nor fear, and leveled his palm-pistol at the two Kusagi warrior women. At this point stepped in a familiar, blonde figure with a red leather jacket. With a discarded sword, Alan swooped in, and cleanly beheaded the man with a swipe of his blade. Admittedly, it wasn't that difficult of a task, the man's body felt rather insubstantial as he cut through it.

The Ice spirit hissed in pain as boiling water slammed into him and Ignis, writhing in pain as it forced itself out of the way. Now at a distance from the heat spirit, it launched a flurry of frozen needles at Ignis, while it was bombarded by a series of small but hot fireballs. The spirit seemed disturbed by the fireballs, but not enough to cause it to retreat further.

At the same time, the second Walkins, who clutched the young girl's blonde hair in his hand was buffeted by a combination of spirits and body mass. A flash of light and heat forced the girl out of his hands and blinded him, but before he could recover, he was slammed into by the large mass that was Eli's body. Literally pinned to the ground by a blade, Walkins let out a rather uncharacteristic hiss, as more inky liquid seeped out of his chest. He slammed his metal plated fist into Eli- another [i]bang[/i] erupting from the gauntlet as it forced the bigger man several steps back. Tearing the blade out of his chest and tossing it aside, quickly got to his feet.

At that moment, smoke billowed throughout the room, blanketing the room in a thick layer of haze. Quickly concealing both Walkins and his spirit, the remaining Walkins spoke out into the obscured room. [color=NavajoWhite]"Maybe next time,"[/color] he said with his characteristic nonchalant and arrogance. [color=NavajoWhite]"I'm a patient man."[/color]