"Hey, hey. Leave some for me dammit!", Lorenzo yelled before leaping at one of the men, a quick slash on the thug's throat ended his life before he knew it. Others focused fire on the pirate, but he quickly moved around, taking cover behind a wall.
Drawing his flintlock, he shot the nearest thug he could find, running swiftly as he avoided the gunfire. It is actually very difficult to accurately shoot at someone, if he was to constantly be on the move, bullets were as inconsequential as falling leaves. Zipping around the battlefield, he pounced on a larger thug from behind, the cold steel penetrated his body, he used the inert cadaver as a human shield in order to protect himself from the hail of bullets.
His cheek and shoulder had been grazed by the bullet fire, but it was nothing to worry about. Protected by his new shield, he focused on the guns, a small incantation was enough to have them immediately burst into flames before exploding, the gunmen's hands going with them.
Without wasting breath, he shot from his flintlock a torrent of energy, bullet-like blasts tearing their bodies to shreds.
"Mph, that makes about five...", he muttered before looking at guts, who was by now surrounded by a puddle of blood, their blood.
"Well, that was lame. I expected something a bit more out of them.", he wined before joining the warrior once again.
But the clash was far from over, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Quickly turning around, he saw a faraway man, dressed in a skeleton costume most likely. Sitting atop a rooftop, he was attempting to snipe them from afar.
Before they knew it, more men surrounded them from all sides, this time a greater number than before.