He swore as the flamethrower had minimal effect; they clearly had some sort of flame protective magic trinkets. He activated a charge of the boots, and reappeared back near the horses, spouting orders even as he dismissed the flamethrower and pulled the machine gun out. "Withdraw two hundred yards, now dammit! They are after you, so don't make an easy target."<br/><br/>The last words were likely lost as the machine gun began discharging, but he wasn't expecting a kill with it. He was merely hoping to get a good hit in that disabled one troll, so he could rush in and lop off any rings or necklaces they might be wearing with the sword. None of them had orbitting stones, so they had to have magic jewelry. Or at least, that was his hope, though Meridia's report of his rule book having "MANY errors" came rushing back to him even as the first shots began blasting massive holes in the first target.