Marvin nodded. "Alright, Rory. I'll be counting on you, then," he said, readying his gun. He waited patiently for the boy's plan to take effect, his own back pressed against the wall, gun at his side. From the foyer, they could hear footsteps, slowly drawing closer. It was the androgynous gunman, slowly approaching them.
"Come on, now, boys, come out and play already!" they called out, just moments before the locker came crashing in through the window.
There was momentary panic among the gunmen as they scrambled to get out of the locker's flight path and avoid getting cut by the glass. One of these men was struck in the back of the head by Aoife's shot and fell forward - not yet unconscious, but definitely stunned. The other guards, still confused, didn't know how to react to the following stream of bullets, two falling to the ground, one of them screaming as a stray bullet struck him in the leg, while another barely got his aura up in time before a bullet hit his chest.
Two more remained standing on the right, but had to cover their eyes as the bright flash from Mythos' shots blinded them. One of them even dropped his rifle, and was soon punched in the jaw by the girl, making him stumble and fall back on his ass. The other guard, though still not fully recovered, managed to dodge one of Mythos' shots, while the flashbang went off on the left.
Four of the men on the left, who had been fruitlessly trying to hit Rory or anyone standing behind him, were concussed by the flash grenade, but there were three left standing. Well, more accurately - two of them, as one was shot in the leg and collapsed. Another one of Mythos' shots struck one of them right in the back of the hand. With no aura to protect him, blood gushed out from his palm. He dropped his rifle to the ground, clutching his wrist and screaming at the wound. One could wonder if that would really help.
The four concussed gunmen, along with two more men who had nearly been crushed by the locker, were coming back to their senses... Just as the dust canister went off. The men who had already been on the ground were forced against it, forcing the air out of their lungs and likely shattering some ribs. Meanwhile the two men standing on the left, including the one who had been shot in the hand, were flung away - the injured one was slammed against the wall, while the other crashed through one of the windows at the front.
As it now stood, there were four men still capable of fighting alongside their androgynous leader - two of them were now getting up near the locker, one was currently opening fire on the pillar which Mythos was using as cover, and one was scrambling for his gun after being punched by her.
As for the androgynous person themselves... Mythos' flash had done its work. The purple-haired person groaned, covering their eyes with one of their guns. Marvin took his chance.
He ran out soon after Mythos did, past Rory. As he ran towards the gunman, he raised his gun with both hands and fired once, the sound of the .50 shot echoing throughout the building almost as loudly as the dust canister exploding moments later. A more keen observer might notice a brief flash of aura around Marvin's hands as he used it to brace against the immense recoil.
The shot was aimed at the gunman's leg, and it connected, launching it back and resulting in them stumbling, but they had already prepared their aura. They removed the gun from their own eyes, grinning. "Alright, then! Let's dance!" they yelled as Marvin charged at them, going for a right punch.
They weaved to the side and tried to bring up the gun in their left hand, but Marvin was just as quick. He brought his own gun up, knocking their's aside as they fired, the bullet harmlessly hitting the far wall. Marvin continued by going for a pistol-whip, but his oppnent ducked under the swing and jabbed him in the chest. In response, he brought his knee up to their stomach, then swung his pistol back, hitting them in the shoulder.
The gunman then tried to gain distance by jumping back, raised their guns and fired twice, once from each gun. Marvin lunged forward, the bullets flying over him and striking Rory's shield. He tackled the gunman with his shoulder, making them stumble and nearly fall, but leaving his own back exposed. The gunman smacked him on the back of his neck with the butt of his gun, almost forcing him to the ground. As they were about to aim down and fire, however, Marvin grabbed their foot and yanked it. The attacker barely held their balance, and jumped back again.
"Oh, how dirty of you, playing tricks like that!" they called out.
Marvin looked up. "You think that's dirty? Look down, then."
The gunman did so, briefly, and saw their foot... Engulfed in flames. They screamed, stomping their foot in an attempt to remove the flame, the flames seemingly falling off onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, one would see a piece of paper under them, though it seemed entirely unharmed.
Marvin wasted no time, and resumed his assault, now consistently pushing the gunman back, closer to the entrance. He could beat them, but the kids would have to deal with the rest of the goons. He was quite sure they could handle them, however.