[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
Dirk had survived worse than a mere two bullets before. Technically speaking, the Battler was worse than any number of bullets. However, the Battler had never been hired to kill Dirk - his attacks had always been non-lethal in nature, if only just, and even then, he'd always been healed by [i]her,[/i] the other slave with the flesh-moulding ability. This man, who by now was unmistakably a master of the Six Styles, was clearly murderous, and the bullets alone would certainly have been lethal if not for the prisoner's force field deflecting them. A force field that was now dissolved in favour of... more explosions.

Dirk had withdrawn as fast as he could, and the force of the detonations still knocked him over. It was evident how outmatched and useless he'd end up in a straight fight... so, he'd need to figure out a more tactical approach, if he could. Using his prone position to begin crawling, he moved up next to the nearest wall, standing up next to it so as to remain a section of the background compared to the fight proper; his Divine Purpose would normally be more than enough for him to pull out of a fight unnoticed, but in these conditions, he couldn't rely on it perfectly, and any improvement to it was welcome. But, if the Divine Purpose held true, and if Dirk could figure out a way of injuring the Six Styles user without it being blocked or dodged by one of the many abilities the martial art's users acquired as a result, the way the Battler had achieved so frequently in the past, then maybe he could contribute in a decisive fashion... he just needed an opening.

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