He pulled out the revolver, and then the compound bow from home with its plastics, and gave her a feral grin. "Different world. One where humans proved they were the nastiest fuckers on the planet by killing or driving off everything else, including the dragons and Fae. Of course, we lost magic when that happened, and then turned on each other, but hey, can't take over the world without someone trying to kick you off the throne, right?"<br/><br/>He flipped the Tommy gun around, and smiled at it. "Personally, I like having other races around. It seems to keep humans from going insane. So yes, that explains why my magic talent seems a bit... off and weak. No actual exposure of any kind until I got here. You are the best this world could make, I am the best mine could. Hence why I try to avoid fighting you. You have far more advantages than I do. Time in job, weapon expertise, better equipment, better information network, an established reputation of excellence. And I am bumbling along at the back, trying to catch up."