<em>Another minute, another gods be damned emergency.</em>He paused at that thought, noting his own mental usage of the plural, before bringing up the revolver, and began placing shots, neat as if he was on the target range to get his third marksman award. He had only been passable with the M9 handgun, but was doing almost as well with the revolver as he could with the M16A4, his weapon of choice. He shook his head, glad that Night had listened, he hadn't realized a couple riders had slipped around to the back of the tent. He slowly advanced as he fired, carefully placing shots to help the most beleaguered of his temporary allies, before kneeling down to grab his sword. The mage had just forced a restacking of the odds, and while he hadn't done as much as he had no doubt hoped, he could hear the footsoldiers approaching. He reloaded, and put the clip out faster than before, causing one shot to go wide due to haste, trying to get the soldiers finished and turned to the undead before they actually burst into the clearing. Engaging them at the tree line, where they could focus on them as they emerged, would help now. He didn't want to abandon the clearing, as he had no doubts that taking the obvious line of retreat would have them wander right into an ambush.