With a chuckle, he shook his head, grinning widely at Sam and the tiger. "No plan. Just stay behind me. He starts shooting, shoot back huh?" He winked at the tiger before drawing his second pistol, moving in front of the door and drawing his second pistol. Slowly, he raised his foot, smashing it into the middle of the wooden slab, rolling to the side as it cracked and splintered off the hinges. When he didn't hear any gunfire, he peeked out, narrowing his eyes. "Yup. First floor seems clear. Not hearing any noise from down here." He adjusted the position of his ears, using them like a radar dish. "Buuuut. I do happen to here breathing upstairs." The kitsune laughed lightly, not even attempting stealth any more. "It's a human." Slowly, he turned to face Sam, winking at her. "I think I'm gonna test this one's luck too. Doesn't seem very lucky today."<br/><br/>With that, he bounded up the stairs, his tails following his movement, flowing like an orange river behind him. Amazingly, he moved like a ghost, his spurs only spinning. It was only when he stopped and started to slowly walk down the hardfloor hallway that they made the signature jingle. "Whoever is up here, I want ya to come out witchya hands up!" he called out in his best impression of an old Western cowboy. "Ya got till I count ta 5." With a smooth movement, he pulled the hammer back on his first pistol, chuckling lightly, his tails rising to curl around his arms and shoulders like snakes.