"Tch, damn Syker brat can't even go a day without getting sick," the guard grumbled, opening the door to check on the Syker he was literally<span style="font-style: italic">ordered</span>to make sure survived for as long as possible.<br/>---<br/>When Jane shouted, the bandit had a second to reduce the damage by shifting to the side as far as he could. Growling in irritation, he noticed that she took a chunk out of his shoulder. With the silver aura enveloping his spear, he stabbed upwards to release an explosion to blow apart the wreckage. Noticing the fact she changed guns<span style="font-style: italic">yet again</span>, his eye twitched. How many guns does this girl HAVE? So, he did the only thing he could do to reduce the damage from the rapid shotgun fire, he spun his lance in front of him while the silver glow seemed to draw in more color from around him. As he was further compromising the integrity of the floor under the sand, it didn't take long for her last trick to break it under him. Leading to him being buried while looking pretty fucked up.<br/>As for Alex? Well, he got out with only a few bullet holes. And an annoyed look on his face. "Jane. Try to avoid putting holes in people you're not fighting," he told her with the kind of tone you'd expect someone to use when they're lecturing a kid to not play with their food, only mildly perturbed. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face and noticed something weird. None of the bandits looked worried. Heck, if anything,they looked like they were about to laugh. "What's with you lot? Your leader's dead, and you look like someone told a freaking joke." As soon as he said that, they really did start laughing. The silver aura from before began to emit from where their leader was buried, more color being drained. "The hell?"<br/>Next thing he knew, the bandit leader<span style="font-style: italic">exploded</span>out of the sand. The aura was spread across his body, as what remained of every single bullet hole started to close. "Hm? Did you honestly think that would be enough?" He asked, laughing at the surprised look on the courier's face. He rotated his shoulder, working the kinks out of his now healed limb. "I'll admit, all those bullets hurt like hell. But really, even looking like ground beef isn't enough to kill me thanks to these powers I got from those Syker freaks we captured. Especially since one of them happens to have an ability I can use to heal myself up."<br/>"That's-"<br/>"Incredible? Yes, indeed it is. With this ability I can't be beaten," the leader laughed.<br/>"No. I was gonna say 'bullshit'," Alex deadpanned.<br/>"... What?"<br/>"So, what, you're just not gonna stay down? Just healing yourself up? That's fucking bullshit and you know it. At least try to be a good fighter, and not rely on shit you stole from someone else." The two glared at each other, the bandit's eye twitching in irritation. "Also, another tip." The courier smirked. "Don't let your guard down in a fight, amateur."