"Tch."

An old world gun? Here? The gangs that had access to gunpowder and guns — rare as they were — were formidable, but those who had access to old world guns usually ruled. Ruled until either the ammunition ran out, or until they get cocky and try to go up against demons. She had never actually fought any groups wielding one, considering how rare even the new guns were, but she was familiar with what they were and what they were capable of. For that thing to be carrying one was certainly surprising, but nothing she can't handle. But with her next opponent on the other side, the situation didn't seem to be stacked to her favor. 

Quick as lightning, she exerted enormous pressure on the floor beneath her with her foot. With a large explosion, dust and fast moving debris again filled the air around her. The gunner was the more obvious target, thus the first one she dashed towards, keeping her body low to avoid any blind shots in the cloud of dust. However, after a sliding kick aimed to unbalance the gunner anon, she simply continued to use her prodigious agility to run into the large library filled with rows upon rows of shelves filled with books.

As her mother used to say, running was not simply used to get close to the enemy.

Fighting two skilled opponents at the same time was not her idea of a good time. The small gun was a problem precisely because its small. Had it been a much larger gun, the shells would be much more easier for her to deal with. Combine that with what seemed like a skilled close ranged fighter, and it was something she could not see herself walking out unscathed.

A fight with her life on the line, and maybe something worse if she did die. That machine, the one wish granting machine that ate souls in exchange, there will be no one to stop it. As it was now, she was quite torn between wanting to destroy it, and using it to find the other God Hand, even at the cost of the other participants' souls. While the rest was inhuman and not something she cared about, the rest of the contestants were. Having their souls eaten by a demonic machine wasn't something she could just stand by and watch.

Juniper had sought safety in the large library, where in her mind there would be several of possible outcomes. Most probable was the gunner and fighter would turn against each other and fight until only one of them was left, upon which she could swoop in and defeat them. The second outcome would be that they join together and either separate to cover more ground, leaving her able to take them down one by one, or group up closely, that she may have a chance to take them both down simultaneously. The worst, would be that both of them have a way of somehow exploding things, and explode the entire room with her in it.