They stood their ground at first, but when he lifted his sword to strike, they gave up and scattered away. He watched as they retreated. After a few seconds of silence and awaiting the arrival of more threats, the Gaijin Swordsman made doubly sure no other opponents remained and swung his sword in an arc, removing the blood off it. At the same time, he blew the smoke from his gun's barrel. He twirled both weapons on his hands and sheathed and holstered them respectively.
Hard training pays off.
Still, those hoodlums were barely worth my time. I need a bigger challenge. He wiped some of the punks' blood off him and walked over to one of the gunmen's corpses. He took the man's rifle, examined it for a while. Not far from the trigger was supposed to be an inscription, but it was filed off.