"Just call it a natural talent from runnin' about ten too many alleyways in my life." More like a few million, if he wanted to do the official count, but he wasn't really in to that kind of thing in the moment. And besides, as a kid? He'd been trying to escape people, not vagina mouthed monsters and things with claws like he'd never seen before in his life. Really - even with all the shade being thrown his way thanks to Kaneda, Duo is busy checking the clip of that rifle, making sure of what ammo is in versus what he has tucked away in his pants pockets, quietly grunting as he takes in how many bullets he fired in to the thing.

"What a waste. That thing took ten high cals and didn't even budge." Now to just ram that cartridge back in to place -