[h1]Gintoki[/h1]
Gintoki pulled a small wallet out of his sleeve and quickly counted up the price, breathing a heavy sigh of relief as he counted his money. Just enough to cover the bill. Perfect.

"Ah... I'll just pay up front when I'm done, if that's all right." he stated, taking another sip of his soda before leaning back in his seat. Man, it'd be GREAT if he could come here more often. Of course, that would require money... And not being on a job, but details didn't matter for the moment.

[h1]Suwako[/h1]
Suwako frowned as her enemy blocked her spellcard so easily; so that sword was also a shield? How annoying. Before she could pull out her next card, though, the person seemingly teleported in front of her. Taking a deep breath, Suwako clapped her hands together and held the blade's handle in place as the Mishaguji that had been running rampant up until then redirected themselves straight at her enemy. The strength that her adversary was putting out was on par with that Chinese gatekeeper at best, at least so far... But that didn't mean that she didn't have to struggle to keep it from landing a direct blow. Hopefully, the incorporeal nature of the Mishaguji would bypass whatever metal it was that it was using and damage whatever spiritual creature was inside.

"...Don't underestimate a native god." Suwako stated solemnly as she immediately formed a multitude of iron rings on the arms of her adversary, all of them bound as tightly as she could manage. With her enemy caught in front of her, it was the perfect chance; regardless of if he could teleport or not, such weight would prevent him from sustaining any flight for long... Hopefully. At that moment, though, she noticed that weird man that had tagged along earlier firing his weapon at the swordsman. Gritting her teeth, Suwako braced herself as she used her enemy as leverage to dodge some of the bullets as they flew by, barely grazing her clothing as they buzzed through the air.

[h1]Kakine[/h1]
Kakine eyes the object that Marisa had pulled out with an air of suspicion. Though he knew not what the symbols on it meant, there was an ominous feeling of destruction emanating from the item. Marisa's words didn't help much with that sense of foreboding, either; the way she had taken to the term 'alternate entrance' with a smile was never a good sign.

"Er... Let's not destroy the place we're trying to get into, all right?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. "It's not exactly sneaky if you blow a hole in the side, regardless of how small it'd be. There'd probably another entrance in the back or something we can use to get through... Right?"