It wasn't until Night screamed her warning that he realized she was not in the tent with the diplomats, and the horror at the thought of what might have been happening in the tent made him a bit slow to react. That she had ignored his orders to stay in the tent to ensure that any one doing something stupid would get both her blades in them was something that would get explained and... ' corrected' later. He dropped the flaming sword, knowing that any weapon master in the group would have words for him later, though he doubted there were, and brought his left arm back and then behind him, before contorting his wrist to tap the activation rune on the energy shield trinket, bringing it into existence, as he dropped to a knee, ducking his head to bring most of his body, only a foot and the portion of his left leg that stuck out too far behind him into its protection, having to trust the shield in combat, against actual magic for the first time. He hadn't had time to even test that it would stop spells, despite that being one of the totted abilities of the shield.<br/><br/>Once the spell hit, or was blocked or missed, he turned, bringing the revolver up to the extreme threat that had revealed itself, keeping the shield between the two of them, before activating a charge of the boots, appearing to one side and a shorter distance from the mage, maybe ten feet instead of the forty or so he had been. This wasn't because he was afraid he was going to miss, but that the revolver would over penetrate through the mage, and hit one of the diplomats still in the tent. Provided the mage had left anyone alive in there before leaving. He emptied the two shots still in his revolver, before kneeling back down, under the shield' cover, to reload.