Four Way Battle (3).
The wind picked up, carrying with it a handful of sand and the scent of the ocean. Although the heavy wind scattered his hair all over his face, Blaze couldn't take his eyes off Cain.
He had truly thought the fight would have gone differently. It was a three versus one. They had the upper hand. Hell, he hadn't even used any weapons since the fight began.
Although they had managed to land a few good hits, none of them managed to deal any lasting damage.
Cain snorted as he stared a Vincent now pinned to the wall,
"You couldn't even hide it well." He knew that Vincent's bullets were strange the moment the wounds they caused didn't heal.
Because Vincent was primarily a marksman, his true strength were his bullets. Cain had believed for the sake of sportsmanship, he would have used only regular bullets.
'What a conniving bastard... How can a snake be so fat?!'