Lumi stepped back, out of the way, suddenly wishing that he hadn't left his sword on the dresser. It was useless to him at the moment, heavy as it was, but something made him wish he had it.

He shook it off, holding his gun ready. He wasn't going to be anywhere near the fighting, not if he could help it, but it didn't take two hands to fire a gun, not if the target was big enough. If he had to take a potshot or two, he was still capable.