"Nice of you to join in, altar-boy!" Maxim teasingly called out to the priest, ducking out of the fight for a moment to reload his pistol, which he did with the calm ease of a practiced professional. Biting open a pre-made cartridge that he drew out from a pouch at his belt, he charged the pistol, spat the ball into the barrel, and tamped it down to the bottom with the firearm's ramrod. Selecting the powder-horn from his belt, he primed it, closed the frizzen, and cocked it, ready to fire. The whole process took maybe ten or fifteen seconds.<br/><br/>Keeping the pistol held aloft as an emergency contingency plan, he rejoined the fight, unconsciously placing himself beside the dangerous dark elf, all thoughts of her bloodlust failing to make an impression as he smoothly added his sabre to the path of devastation she was leaving behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>