<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">His eye cocked to one side and he chuckled, "you're going to shoot me with a flintlock pistol? And when you miss, then what, should I wait while you pour your powder and bullet in?" He hadn't quite realized his shift in worlds yet, there were forests and snow in his world, just not where he was from, and not much.<br/><br/>His amusement turned to annoyance when he considered that the weapon might just be part of what seemed to be a costumed Masquerade. Was she really going to insult him by pulling something on him that didn't even work? He couldn't make that assumption, even if she got only one shot, it was still a bullet.<br/><br/>She had not shot, maybe out of some kind of honor, which meant he could take her before she could react, but not without forcing someone's hand. He had exhausted his ability to vanish for now, and he didn't dare use his wings. He would need another ace up his sleeve.<br/><br/>He had them, but he needed to use them well, he would run out of power quickly fighting this group by himself.</span>