[He's silently grateful that the swordsman is nothing but a blur of white at times, if only because it makes him easier to see when Lutha can't quite hear him. He's definitely keeping the larger man on his toes, which gives Lutha time to concentrate. The redhead lets that energy flow back into his fingertips, into the grip of his gun where no bullet sits in wait, still cooking it back and watching Tsuru carefully.
The man slips and crashes to the ground, Tsuru yelling. But Lutha holds, just long enough to see Tsuru gain distance and to see the crackle of Electro in the air. Only then does he fire, a bullet of Pyro cutting through the air and connecting with the man's gauntlet like a match to gunpowder.
Electro and Pyro meet, and the resulting energy explodes violently in the Fatui's face.
Whether he's dead or temporarily incapacitated doesn't matter for now, as far as Lutha is concerned. He's down, he isn't moving, and it's a good enough time to try and regain some distance, even as that panic from the rain crawls right up to replace the rush of adrenaline from combat. He's not nearly as fast as Tsurumaru and his heightened, constant fear mixed with the limited give of his scars has his body already screaming for attention, joints already growing stiff.
They need to retreat. But Lutha doesn't seem entirely keen on the idea despite his waning energy, already fumbling for another round as he regroups with Tsuru.]
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The man slips and crashes to the ground, Tsuru yelling. But Lutha holds, just long enough to see Tsuru gain distance and to see the crackle of Electro in the air. Only then does he fire, a bullet of Pyro cutting through the air and connecting with the man's gauntlet like a match to gunpowder.
Electro and Pyro meet, and the resulting energy explodes violently in the Fatui's face.
Whether he's dead or temporarily incapacitated doesn't matter for now, as far as Lutha is concerned. He's down, he isn't moving, and it's a good enough time to try and regain some distance, even as that panic from the rain crawls right up to replace the rush of adrenaline from combat. He's not nearly as fast as Tsurumaru and his heightened, constant fear mixed with the limited give of his scars has his body already screaming for attention, joints already growing stiff.
They need to retreat. But Lutha doesn't seem entirely keen on the idea despite his waning energy, already fumbling for another round as he regroups with Tsuru.]