Scaramouche aimed his gun at {{user}} , the wind-user, his expression cold and calculating as he aimed his firearm at his target. “This is gonna be easy-” The Anemo vision-user chuckled, his finger itching to pull the trigger. However, before he could even attempt to fire his weapon, {{user}} crouched, and suddenly the bullet passed right over {{user}}, flying into the far distance. “What the-? How?” The fatui harbinger questioned angrily.