He nodded to her idea of the seed, and drew his longsword, and activated his magic shield. It sizzled into being, and he lifted it slightly, to cover his chest and neck, altering its shape to that of a kite shield with a tap of the rune on the left band. The sword was held back and down, point away, like he intended to bring it up and around at chest height to cut. At the sound of the pop, he had dropped the sword, and grabbed the butt of the pistol, pulling it free and resting it on the top of his shield, level with her chest, and pulled the trigger.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Click</em></strong></span><br/><br/>It was a soft noise, but for some reason it seemed all the louder for it, louder than even the seed pop. He froze for a quarter of a second, before habitually checking the weapon for a misfire, and realizing what had happened. He had never reloaded it after giving it to his charge. He slammed the weapon back in its holster, and dove to the side, away from her sword, grabbing his sword as he rolled, cursing under his breath as he finished the roll, taking a tad longer than he had to to get to his feet, clearly thrown by his casual mistake with the revolver. The sword came up to a proper guard position, his shield set to receive her first strike, as he slammed the hilt of his sword against the side of the holster for the revolver.