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Guy tried to avoid watching the battle as the both the woman in the black coat and Huey methodically took out the remaining gangsters in the street. He could stomach seeing the violence during a fight, that was normal enough... but this was a massacre. People dying left and right- Huey could try to go nonlethal if he wanted, but nothing was stopping the girl- and he could barely stand it. It wasn't so much the fact that it was chilling to see a grown man's head explode like a piñata at a 12 year old's birthday party, but the fact that he was becoming more accustomed to that brand of violence as time went on. He made sure to remind himself that he should move to a better neighborhood when he could afford it.

To keep his mind off the battle he focused on keeping a shield around the people who needed it. Protecting a corporate guy here, trying to lessen a fatal shot to only a debilitating injury there... that type of good guy stuff. He found himself mostly watching over the one other person who wasn't knee deep in a pile of some guy's blood, and that was that writer. He probably didn't notice all the shrapnel and other nonsense flying his way as he stuffed his face into that projected screen he was constantly writing in. Not that any of it made it within a meter of the kid with the invisible net surrounding him. He saw the kid's eyes darting everywhere on the battlefield, even himself for a few moments, and it made him kind of uneasy. If he turned up on some random blog somewhere it would be nothing but hell from his coworkers.

Soon enough the battle was over... or he at least guessed so from the uneasy silence that fell over everyone. He tilted his head back and took a massive swig from his flask of mystery drink before standing up next to Huey. Huey put his weapon aside when he spoke to the gunwoman, but Guy shouldered his 'weapon' casually and tossed another cigarette into his mouth. "You mind not killing the ones that aren't already dead? It would be nice to see what kind of bounties they have." Guy had to hand it to him; the kid had balls. Not that he probably couldn't handle himself, it was just a hell of a way to talk to a woman. Kids had no respect these days.

"Shoulda known the gunshots would have the rats scurrying. Afraid someone's going to screw over your claims? Look, I don't have anything against saving a few bullets. If you wanna get to scavenging, you're more than welcome to. Just try not to do anything overly stupid, would you? Gonna have enough paperwork to file, as it is."

Well, that was that then. Guy realized he'd been holding his breath and let it out. He wasn't sure how the kids would interact; it could have easily ended in another gunfight as far as he knew. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag. "Well then, if you need me I'll be at the Stallion." The bar was not one to shut down because of a little gunfight, even if the streets were emptied. Likely the barkeep had made drinks half priced so people were more likely to spend all their cash for that one last drink before they were potentially blown away. The bar was fun on a quiet night, but the best stories were told (or made) when everyone there was borderline blackout. That was something he could hardly pass up. He started over to the bar, focusing on the swinging doors instead of the pools of blood gathering in the street.