He was still healing his concussion, and wobbled as if drunk for a moment before correcting the action. "I am not of this world. My homeworld either lost or forgot about magic at least a millennia ago, and destroyed any proof and evidence it existed so well all we have are folk tales and legends. I served in the military for going on six years before being released from duty, and a year after that I was summoned by magic here. Learning that magic is real has been... well, lets just say it has required a drastic re-evaluation of my normal way of thinking, though after about ten months I think I am starting to think better, if not correctly. My military service had two minor skirmishes and one modest battle, my kill total getting to between eighty and one hundred, it is hard to determine due to the confusion of battle."<br/><br/>He gave her a wane smile, before drawing the revolver and removing the slugs. He then offered it to her grip first. "This weapon is unique to and likely overly powerful this world, but back home it would be consider hopelessly quaint and pathetically weak, despite a novel means of propulsion of the shots. Gods, dragons, trolls, dwarves, elves, Fae, magic in general; none of them were more than old folktales that were being gradually eroded away by human curiosity and a need to understand everything about the world."<br/><br/>He smirked slightly, though the look was considerably undermined by having to hold his head to continue healing the concussion. "And yet, within minutes of meeting the Summer Queen, I, a human that considered magic to be nothing more than fast hands and a faster mouth, managed to impress her enough to be allowed to become the Summer Knight.<br/><br/>Battle is my studio, my opponents are my paints, the battlefield is my canvas, and War and Death are my art forms. And I have been sent to ensure you make it to the holding ahead of us."