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Bigger was better for actually hitting things? End cocked an eyebrow at the flesh-monster that tried to weasel her way into a conversation that no one actually wanted her to be a part of. The Wireforts weren’t those brainless monsters that Advent kept around, after all. They were more or less adults with the intelligence befitting of one. Using firearms wasn’t rocket science, after all.

Even a child could learn to shoot after a week.

She smirked at the bespectacled former Painstaker when one that appeared to have more clout than the others pretty much defended End’s opinion about all this weapon talk, before that same smirk faded just as quickly. So the Wireforts weren’t involved, and were launching their own investigations to figure out who exactly messed up the Himuras, huh? The raven-haired girl made a disgruntled noise, turning. A dead end. A waste of time.

[b]“Rash family next,”[/b] she said, right as hell broke out with the arrival of eighty armed men, charging forwards with guns blazing.

End moved fast, pivoting around and then in front of Blitz, using the bulkier man as a temporary shield. Bullets sparked off her armored vehicle as she drew out the Punisher EMT, before one hand grabbed onto the flying merchant’s collar.

[b]“Runner, keys are in ignition! I’m billing you for every dent you put in it!”[/b]

This wasn’t a fight they had to get involved in. Hell, they weren’t even going to get paid for this. So Josephine knew exactly what they needed to do.

Leave and move on to the next group.