[h3][b][colour=DarkMagenta]Countless[/colour][/b][/h3][hr]
[colour=cyan]"They are exploding the town and ships. We are on an island. We do not hide or we are trapped. We have no place to run. You and your gun should come with us."[/colour]

[colour=DarkMagenta][b]"If you insist."[/b][/colour]

Even if Countless was somewhat unfazed by the prospect of the attacking Marines, he still had to "escape." After all, he didn't want to be around for the destruction of the entire town. On the bright side, this situation tied in with the whole idea of him getting a form of travel. It was around this time that Leader-Lady (the current name which Countless had for Brenda) was talking about building a ship. Countless had sort of missed the whole point of the message, aside from the fact that ships were being built; it tied into his mission to leave the island though, assuming a ship was actually going to be built.

Pulling out his Buster Bazooka from... somewhere... Countless began to open its compartment. He then dug through his pocket, and retrieved a Jet Dial to use with the Bazooka. As he followed Brenda outside of the tavern, he began to fit the Bazooka with the Jet Dial.

Just as he had seen before, there were a [i]ton[/i] of Marines outside. They were waving their guns around threatening to shoot people. It was rude. More than rude, probably terrifying for some of the people in question, but Countless didn't seem to quite capture the gravity of the whole ordeal for the more timid participants of the carnage. The doctor in particular seemed worried, and Countless was sure to give him words of encouragement.

[colour=DarkMagenta][b]"Don't worry, I'll make sure that you're not filled with bullet holes [i]yet[/i]."[/b][/colour]

That last part sounded somewhat ominous. It was a spur of the moment thing to say. Of course, Countless meant nothing by it, but it was almost certain to be taken the wrong way. 

Planting his feet onto the ground, Countless hoisted the Buster Bazooka over his shoulder, aiming toward a portion of the Marines ahead, albeit unenthusiastically. He was having a pragmatic thought at this time; he should take one of their guns after this.

[colour=DarkMagenta][b]"...Jet Bust—I mean, [i]JET BUSTER![/i]"[/b][/colour] He shouted, replacing his less-enthusiastic voice with one of a much more heightened level. A powerful gust of wind was released from the bazooka, lifting some of the weaker and lighter Marines off of their feet entirely, and making some of the stronger ones stumble; it left them open to the attacks of anyone else who wished to join in.

[colour=DarkMagenta][b]"...How was that?"[/b][/colour]