Notes as still piling up in Accelerator's head as he watches, figuring this is all very normal fighting behaviour. Most of his actual fighting experience is dealing with thugs like these guys, so it's all totally normal for him anyways. Most people in Academy City (and his world in general) rely on either esper powers or technology, after all.

That is, right up until that familiar light flashes and good lord, that's a big cannon. Accelerator looks down and sees the gun. And he is absolutely delighted.

Switchblades and pipes are one thing. You can get away with only roughing someone up with those. A gun, though? A gun means there's an intent to kill. It means these idiots are worse than some random gang scum, and that the air they're breathing is worth more than they are.

(Those guys are also very clearly terrified of the giant laser cannon out of nowhere, but.)

A grin is splitting across his face and he can't help but laugh. It's cracked and sounds more like a broken whistle than a normal person's laugh. "Holyyyy shit! Why're you bothering with a warning? Afraid of being a loose cannon?"

Get it? Get it?