Paris, France : Marie Antonette Von Claire Verschaffelt

Cross sighed and rubbed his head.
"I wouldn't bet on that" He said. "The bullets in these guns hunt down the target till it hits"
He pulled the gun out and twirled it on his finger.

"Eh, you wouldn't know until you try" Claire amusingly said. "So wanna give it a try"

"Fine" He said calmly. He held out the guns towards the hollow. "Can I kill it now?" He asked.

"If you can" With a command from Claire the hollow vanishes and rea appears somewhat a mile away from them.

"That Hollow is fast"

Cross tapped his head with his gun.
"When I get back, we're going to have a little talk" He said sarcastically. His body fazed out and he began to make chase.

"HAHA, talk, just go do your thing, you might come back breathless, if you know what i mean" Claire laughed as she watched in all amusement.