"If I do, it'll be on purpose," Devero says with gallows humor of his own. He pockets the spare ammo and hands off Koumyou's katana to Sanzo.
"If any of you have defensive abilities, get ready to use them," he tells the sheltering civilians, flipping the barrel of the revolver in and out as he does. "But hold them until these things are in the building here with us-- you're screwed if you take me or him out by accident." A jerk of his thumb at Sanzo.
They might be screwed anyway; sure, he's tethered to the train, but no one else here is-- including his partner's son. He's trying not to think too hard about that.
He returns to the door once he has their nervous murmurs of understanding. Now there's nothing to do but practice the reload and wait for the first rush.
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"If any of you have defensive abilities, get ready to use them," he tells the sheltering civilians, flipping the barrel of the revolver in and out as he does. "But hold them until these things are in the building here with us-- you're screwed if you take me or him out by accident." A jerk of his thumb at Sanzo.
They might be screwed anyway; sure, he's tethered to the train, but no one else here is-- including his partner's son. He's trying not to think too hard about that.
He returns to the door once he has their nervous murmurs of understanding. Now there's nothing to do but practice the reload and wait for the first rush.