That anon was certainly not giving up.

Was this its territory? Was it simply going after her to avoid being called weak or cowardly? What ever it was, it wasn't averse to wasting its bullet, shooting at everything that looked suspicious. Her opponent had gone silent, no more was the incessant beeping and harsh noise of the laser firing rapidly. Juniper wasn't sure if that meant he was biding his time or that he was defeated. There was that announcer fellow, that robot that had suddenly announced their fight; she was sure it would announce his defeat if it was so.

Juniper took a deep breath and held it as the anon walked cautiously about one row over, apparently oblivious to her hiding place, but still very much aware of his surrounding. Having already used the backtracking trick on Westley, she had already bandaged up her bleeding arm with some cloth from her left sleeve. 

She could simply unleash the full power of the God Hand, but considering how long she had been complacent when she had both God Hands, Juniper was likely able to unleash its full power but for a short time. As of now, she'd wager she'd have about ten seconds of full power. Of course there was the matter of using some of the excess energy from the God Hand that could not be suppressed, but those will likely last even shorter; it was likely she would be able to pull off just one technique using it.

As she worried about her situation, she caught a glance of Westley, hiding just one row away — or around ten metres awar from her — from the anon, opposite of her. He too had caught a glance of her, considering his smirk when she looked at him. It would seem both of them didn't take to well to the gun toting anon shooting at both of them. Still wearing that smirk, he pointed towards the unsuspecting anon, before making a circular gesture with his index finger. Without even waiting for her to acknowledge the gesture he jumped out.

"Face me, creature! Face the Crimson Cavalier!"

The anon whipped its head around, turning the gun towards the half elf.

Without thinking, Juniper sent the staff she picked up spinning towards the back of its head. There was an audible crack as it smashed into the back of the anon's head, sending it reeling over unconscious. It wasn't until a moment later before she realized the elf was clapping slowly.

"HAH! I didn't think you would carry through." He stepped forwards from behind the shelf. "Perhaps not all humans are the base creatures I thought they were. Or perhaps you are willing to do so because you think you have an advantage over me, seeing as you stole one of my staves."

"I was simply getting rid of the bigger threat." Juniper followed suit, walking over to the unconscious anon and picking up the staff. "I can deal with a gun alone, but not with a warrior such as you hounding my back."

WIth that, she threw the staff back at the Cavalier, who caught it with a wry grin on his face. Shrugging as he saw her going into a battle stance, he simply hung it back on its strap and picked out another staff. 

"Interesting. Again, I am the Crimson Cavalier! There will be no one to save you from death now, human."

"Juniper." She focused on the elf, relaxing her muscles as she controlled her breathing. "The God Hand. Let us have a proper duel this time."

None of them moved, Juniper's focusing on the elf, and the elf simply smirking back as he stood confidently before her. The silence hung heavily around them, with only the occasional sound from the unconscious anon breaking the silence. As if by some signal only the duelists can see, both of them acted simultaneusly, with the elf whipping up his staff, as Juniper simply dashed head on towards him.

"SUMM-"

"TOO SLOW!"

The elf tried to summon a minion, counting on the distance between them to allow him time. However, even before she gained the God Hands, she was capable of performing extraordinary feats through her martial arts training and strength of mind. With even one of the God Hands, a simple distance like that could be closed in the breadth of a second, leaving him without time to cast anything. Her hand smashed straight at his abdomen, before ripping off the straps that held his staves together. Almost immediately she launched a series of kicks and jabs at the elf, trying knock him out quickly. Without experience in hand to hand combat, he could only try to escape or buy enough time from her blows to cast something. 

With all his efforts to create distance in vain, he pulled out his swords instead, swinging them violently around with wide swathes, forcing her to retreat. Unable to cast without retaliation, he turned to simple weapons, relying on the fact that she was unarmored, unarmed and one-armed. With a wide thankfully shallow gash on her stomach, she once again took up a stance, as both she and the elf stared at each other, trying to find the one chink in each other's defenses.