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Phew, I was almost late, wasn't I? You can draw your guns first. You won't stand a chance if you don't.
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I just love the smell of gunpowder. It makes me feel alive. Let's play again. This game of life and death.
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Haha! It's no fun when you come straight at me like that!
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Sorry about that, but fights without rules are my specialty. Ahaha!
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All you need is good footwork to fight someone who charges full steam ahead!
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Haha! You think I'll miss my mark if you fly around like that?
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Eh, where'd you go? Oh, I almost missed you because you're so small.
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While I was deliberating between who to shoot first... my body moved on its own.
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Hey, why don't you try smiling? It looks like you're enjoying this fight too, no?
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A mix of blade and bullets... That's new, but my shooting skills seem to be on a higher level than yours!
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Are you trying to convert me? Sorry, but I'm not interested in that!
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Slow, much too slow... Show me how fast you can go!
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Hah, you relied on honing your skills at the shooting rage too much... I've risked my life shooting guns since I was a kid.
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I don't want to be a victim of injustice just because I have no power. That is the 'Will' of my dead comrades!
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*Whistle* Felt like the dust of the Lawless District was blowing at me, just like the old days!
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You seem a little too tense! Why don't you go warm up your body a bit?
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How to shoot the wind, you ask? Well, just shoot faster than it blows!
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Another explosion? I'm getting tired of them...
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Not letting go of your spear until the end, now I respect that. You remind me of the Rangers.
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