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Iemasa seemed happy with their luck so far. They'd taken out a huge chunk of the enemies, especially with that woman's weapon. And boy did she chuck it far.

Not questioning the pessimist's command, seeing as he found it logical, Iemasa would to as he suggested and stood behind the man, taking aim over his shoulder. He would wait until the birds were either close or in a clump, before firing.

"Don't strain yourself too much, big guy."

That may have sounded like sarcasm, but it certainly wasn't.

Son. Of. A. Bitch. Iemasa cursed at the murder of crow-things that appeared, and immediately took aim. If it wasn't obvious, the guy at the front had to just rub it in their fucking faces.

"What the fuck are these things?!"

He would take aim at the group before it dispersed, trying to get off as many multiple-kill-shots as he could. Other gunner better be good with that weapon of his, or Iemasa was going to kill a bitch.

Str: 13
Dex: 14(26)
Con: 13
Wis: 10
Spr: 10(13)

Iemasa just eyed the door as it pulled him in, and he'd kick back at it to see exactly what it was. If it didn't do anything, he'd just shrug, before observing the woman's display of might. That ball had to be heavy; it was as large as Iemasa's torso. His jaw dropped as she tossed it across the hall.

"Wow. What banner do you serve under, Miss?" A lack of banner meant she'd be willing to join the Oda. That would be something.

Iemasa laughed as the man spoke angrily. If he really wanted to right now, he could kill this guy with no effort. His trigger finger was itching, and he was about to pull the damn thing until he heard another voice speak up. Another kid with a gun popped up, and Iemasa turned and pointed the rifle at him now, not really changing up his motion. The gun would be mere inches away from the kids head.

"Don't give me a reason to shoot you. I'd rather not."

With that, he'd pull the gun back and put it over his shoulder. It seemed like all these people decided where they wanted to go already, so he would follow along.

Iemasa was yet another who sought the riches that lay within the castle. Its location didn't bother him, nor did the rumors of death that surrounded it. Hell, the actual dead that surrounded it didn't really get to him. He just held his rifle over his shoulder, approaching the castle with that same smirk he always had on his face. Trudging through the mud, it wouldn't be long before Iemasa made it to the castle.

"So you all want the riches too, eh?" he asked, laughing a little. Without much hesitation, he pointed the rifle at Shou, then Maki, then Naotora. "Any funny business, I'll put a bullet between your eyes."

He was so friendly.

"Just how I like 'em."

The officer followed in after the door, gun raised. He would observe the surroundings, looking over every corner to make sure they wouldn't be surprise attacked or some crap, and he would keep a look-out for the scar-face guy. There was no way he could hide like that.

"So you guys got a vault or is there going to be money everywhere? That'd be nice to know."

If there was money everywhere, Iemasa might be tempted to take a little somethin', considering these guys seemed to operate without the law in mind, anyway. Couldn't really hurt.

Iemasa followed suit, his long legs taking him along at the girl's pace with no problem. He may not have been interested in her whole story, but he would listen just the same. Who knows, maybe he could have ended up finding it interesting? It wouldn't hurt to know what he was fighting for, anyway.

"If money's proven tough, I can understand doing shady work. But why not find a Lord to serve under? Your pay is guaranteed for your services in such a line of work."

He wasn't trying to advertise or make Lord Nobunaga sound like the greatest man to ever grace the country, but he was. That's just how it worked. And, it wasn't much of a lie, either. Iemasa had never gone a week without getting his pay.

Iemasa shrugged. He had a lot of options. He could kill the guy, shoot him in between the eyes for being such a scumbag. He could beat on the guy till he submitted and gave up the money. Hell, he could even just ask for it! That was part of the fun, not really knowing.

"I guess we'll find out."

The officer let out a small laugh, eyes scanning around the crowd. Scar on his upper-left cheek... that'd stick out. So obviously the guy wasn't at the front of the crowd, so he'd have to change his methods up a little. Intimidation. Threats.

"Alright, here's how we'll do this: you come out now, I won't hurt you. You make me find you, I'll make you hand over the money. You fight me, I'll shoot you." He shrugged. It was that simple. "You think Lord Nobunaga got this far from not paying his soldiers?"

"Woah, hold up," Iemasa began, putting a hand on the smaller person's shoulder as they turned to leave. He had an issue here, and he wasn't going to just let it dissipate like nothing. Sure, he was going to accept the money, but he wanted his point to get across.

"You don't just walk off like that. Got it? This is an issue, involving assaulting an Oda officer over petty issues."

He held his rifle at his side, waiting for a reaction. He was ready to shoot at whoever tried to pull some bullshit moves, which Iemasa was all too used to.

Lord Nobunaga has recently decided he wanted to have his men partake in a tournament, of sorts. Everyone was expected to go in and kick some ass, taking on one person at a time until they couldn't take on anyone else. It was a good idea, given how everyone had this alpha-male complex, and it could really put some people in their place. Not to mention, those who did the best were going to look really good in front of their Lord, and there wasn't a single person here who didn't want that.

Rifle in hand, Iemasa stepped into the ring of people, grinning smugly at the crowd. Some people cheered at his entry, others booed him. It was to be expected, given the nature of things. "Come on! Who wants to take me on?!" He challenged every person there directly, before a man with a katana stepped in. "What are you gonna do, shoot me, pretty boy?" The crowd whooped at his entry, and Iemasa just laughed, his rifle resting on his shoulder now. "Nah, I'm just gonna smack you around with this bad boy." With that, the fight begun.

Bearing his katana, the opponent rushed forward, aiming to slash his weapon down across Iemasa's face. The rifleman stepped forward, bring his rifle up and swatting the blade quickly out of the way and ramming it into the guy's cheek, causing him to stumble to his side. The guy cursed, quickly regaining his composure and slashing at Iemasa's belly. He brought his rifle down, blocking the blade, and slammed his foot into the guy's chin, causing him to fall back onto the floor. Before he could get up, the rifleman stepped on his chest and put the gun to his neck. "Bang." Though he didn't really fire, the humiliation was there, and the victory was evident. Iemasa stepped off the man's chest, and he roared with anger, threatening to strike him as his back was turned, but the man knew he was defeated and sunk back into the crowd, angry.

A second opponent stepped into the ring, cracking his neck. The man held a spear, so he had reach on his side, which Iemasa noted, but it seemed like it didn't affect him in the least. The man charged forward, thrusting his spear for Iemasa's chest. He responded swiftly, stepping to the side and dashing forward, striking the man's diaphragm with the tip of the rifle, and then swinging it upward, bashing the man's nose in. He roared in pain, bringing his spear around in a wide arc, before stabbing it forward several times in rapid succession. Iemasa blocked each of the blows, as he was much quicker than the opponent, and finally ended up catching the spear. He snapped it in half, slamming his rifle into its center, and took the bladed end and launched it into the man's thigh. One shove pushed the man back and out of the ring. That was two down.

Without warning, a third man came into the ring, slamming his club into the back of Iemasa's head. The rifleman fell to the floor, dazed, landing face-first. Before he could collect himself, the man kicked the side of his head, hitting his cheek. The crowd roared with applause, as the rifleman seemed to be put in his place, and the newcomer seemed to revel in it, distracting him. Angry now, Iemasa stood to his feet, ramming his heel into the back of the guy's knee, and slamming the butt-end of the rifle into the back of his neck. The man fell forward, and Iemasa stepped on his back, slamming his rifle into the sides of the guy's head over and over, until his ears began to bleed. "You don't know who you're fucking with, do you?!" After a moment of the beating, the guy was crying for Iemasa to stop, and the man knelt down, taking the guy's head in his hand. He lifted it up just so he could whisper in his ear, "You shouldn't turn your back on your opponent." With that, he slammed the guy's head into the ground, and dragged him out of the ring.

"Next?!"

Iemasa faced the crowd, and some of the people seemed scared. The fighting would continue for the rest of the night, and Iemasa saw a good deal of victories, because he was so much faster than most of the people there. Not once did he actually fire his rifle, but boy, did he want to.