When had the situation turned on them? The soldiers were losing their control of the situation quite quickly. They finally gained their focus by the time the girl had prepared her magic and once more they put up their shields. Foolishly enough they ignored the whirlwind, two of them preparing their guns as they ran forward, firing wildly at the pair. At this range, they should have hit the man and the girl both at once, but the tall gunman seemed to stand directly between Nahele and them. He fired at them with the right gun, sparks appearing in the air, the bullets danced off one another, scattering past him. Several more shots from the same gun saw the two attackers getting flattened like their companions.

He watched as the small-scale tornado began to hurl sticks and stones rapidly at the soldiers. Interesting, some hard turned towards the whirlwind, but their shields failed to protect them, after all, the projectiles being tossed at them weren't magically controlled or induced, spraying them with debris and forcing them to retreat,
"Very clever.." He commented calmly, His focus shifting, those men being pelted were too busy trying to get to cover to attack, those who weren't close to whirlwind, however, were preparing to attack. They rushed, swords drawn, thinking they could get into the gunman's blind spot, but being behind him didn't mean he was blind, nor did it give them the advantage. Unlike them he didn't need to rush toward them, he needed only change his stance as he half turned to his left, his lesser used gun being raised as he fired two rounds at them, solidly catching them.

Both men stumbled back, clutching bleeding shoulders, their weapons dropped, but the man wasn't done, he whirled around, practically stepping around the young woman to guard her back as he once more raised the left arm, firing at the men once more, this time shooting one in the heart, the other taking a direct hit to the skull. Their bodies crumpled tot he floor as the man swept both his arms in a wide arc, this time pulling the triggers repeatedly. The sheer power of his guns being displayed as not only did it topple these men like paper targets, they pierced tree's and still found their home in soldiers hiding behind them for cover. Not fatal wounds, but they were forced out intot he open, only to be taken out by second, maybe third shots, depending on how lucky or unlucky they were about surviving the first two.

All the while, he watched them, their movements didn't match standard methods, they were trained differently, but they were still trained. At least for dealing with other groups of opponents, clearly they weren't trained for dealing with an opponent on his level or a magic user that actually knew how to bypass their shields. His focus turned forward again, once more shifting stance so he could put himself mostly between the woman and the remaining soldiers. Two more had rushed, hoping to take the woman while the gunman was busy with the rear, they swung their swords, taking the opportunity to try and attack him while he was still setting up.

True he didn't have enough time to fire his guns, so instead he used his guns to block their broadswords, he strained against them momentarily whilst they tried the bear the swords down on him, the edges of their keen blades sparking against the pistols but he soon pushed them off, forcing them to stagger before he stepped forward swiftly. His left leg lifted and he shoved his boot into the first man's gut. The second man swung his sword again, butt his time the gunman had enough time to swing his gun, catching the blade and knocking it back before he stepped in, smashing his elbow into the soldier's face. His head snapped backwards sharply and he hit the ground, the force of the blow alone had broken his neck.

In less than a minute, the soldiers numbers had been thinned to but a handful, they were already too scared to approach anymore, but they couldn't retreat either. The gunslinger stared at the remaining numbers still being buffeted by the whirlwind, they were desperately keeping to cover, but they were exposed. They already knew how hopeless their situation had become. But it was their own fault. He warned them. He told them to leave, they could pay the price for their swiftly-mounting stupidity. Their overconfidence, their murderous intent, their inability to tell they were outclassed before they started a fight with a total stranger.