OOC: An inner city residential street, perhaps? The Bronx, or somewhere in London?
James entered the arena with Diana, before getting down on one knee and placing the case on the ground. Quickly unlocking it and undoing the latches, he lifted the cover and took out his old Well MB-04 sniper rifle. Long, black and menacing, the rifle was polished and well oiled, the scope clean and the magazine fully loaded. Without his tac-vest James could not carry a spare mag, but he didn't expect to need more than the 15 rounds that he had. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder, he got to his feet.
"We'll see how well you work against more unconventional tactics." He said to Diana, not bothering to explain the rifle to her.
"I see. Then there is no connection between this magic and your memory loss?" Drayven said, remembering Laguna's inability to give the name of the Elven girl that he had spoken of, and his neglect to describe her.