[Sword 4 Hire]

A scorching fireball flies passed the Mercenaries head. Sword 4 Hire weaves across the field dodging the fireballs to the best of his ability with his trenchcoat acting as a shield from the lingering flames. When the attack was over he was out of breathe and the flames had completely singed his coat. Taking the jacket off he let's it fly into the wind and watches his beloved coat dance in the embers of the remaining flames.

"That was my favorite jacket!"

All of a sudden sparks of energy let lose from within The Mercenary's arm.

"Heh, heh...I guess I won't be needing this..."

He then throws the Masamune into the side of a nearby tree. With his energized arm he begins to get down on one knee and dips his arm into the ground like a pool of water, causing ripples throughout the grass and dirt. After finding what he needed within the earth he begins to bring his arm back up to the surface with an evil grin that pierced through the other warriors flesh and bones. And out it came...his mighty gunblade the Cross Sword. With his hand wrapped around its trigger he stands up perfectly straight and points its tip towards Mourdor...

"This should do nicely..."