Mitsuki's sword flashed up before anyone could react, the flat end of the blade meeting the bullet cleanly before it could reach him. "Why not kill them? They're trash. This island would be better off," he stated, almost as if he was ignoring the two Commanders. He wasn't, though. He knew better. His eyes were trained on the two. He would protect himself and Ryu from any possible threats.

This only continued to anger Baku, though. "Enough!" he roared. His heavy footsteps came crashing down as he marched towards them. His cannon was still held firmly in his hand, holding the custom grip tightly, but it seemed he intended to use it as a melee weapon rather than the long ranged attack he opened with. "We need the dragon alive. Kill this other bastard. Whichever one of you brings me his head will earn their promotion. Fail and you'll be unlikely to ever see this rank again. Understand?" The orders came out as a growl, his anger reaching its peak at the lack of care these two showed. They weren't just being challenged. They were being belittled. He would show them the fury of the Marines.