Vampire Hunter: "Crazy? I'm not crazy. I'm just... Eccentric. Yeah, that's the word. Plus, we're really doing a service. Kill them all, and let God sort them out. Oh, and by the way." [b]He pulls a pistol from his belt, raising it up to the other person's head. He smiles wickedly. It really was strange, their smiles and eyes were able to be seen, but not any other part of their face.[/b] "Try and peddle your weapons on us again. Our weapons are top-notch for hunting undead heathens. Blessed bullets work better than plasma could ever hope to." [b]He fires, but past her ear into a bird that was sitting on a park bench. It explodes into gore and feathers, and he laughs.[/b] "Did you see that?! It just blew up! Good god having a pistol this powerful is fun!" [b]Huntress grabs the gun from his hand gently, and takes the other from his holster. She stores them in her jacket.[/b] Huntress: "Zat's enough firepower for you today, zir. I zink you may kill an innozent perzon vhile ve are out here. And I don't vant to vill out even more papervork zis week. I already had to write of your mass murder of ze vhite population of Ze Republic Of Chad. Zey vere not happy." [b]He just pulls more guns from his jacket.[/b] Vampire Hunter: "Ah ah ah. I always have more guns. And they deserved it I swear. They were bad people. At least I'm pretty sure they were. It was only like ten people." Huntress: "Vich iz about one-hundred pages of papervork."