Mordred watched the scene unfold with interest, carefully reading both parties motions before stepping forward, having drawn a small sack out of his pocket.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Now, now. Let's all just calm down a bit."</span>He tosses the contents of the pouch out over the crowd as he says this, a strange powder that glows a faint orange, not so much settling over as drifting about the space that had cleared around the people with guns.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Let's all put our guns away then. This powder is very flammable, even a little spark and you'd both go up."</span><br/>He grinned, or at least would have done reflexively if he had a mouth at the moment. This should at least make things better, for if nothing else a sword fight is far more entertaining than a gun fight to watch.<br/>