He was actually enjoying the show, right up until the scream. He was already on his feet, armor flowing about him and revolver in his main hand, searching for a target. He had no memory of drawing or activating anything, but as the mantle further melded to him, he felt it was interacting with his Hunter abilities, and that it did not find them wanting. Rather, it seemed to augment them, so it was faster, more effective, and happened more often. He watched the person flip forward, could already tell he was likely dead, but he was a soldier dammit. "Sapphire, save the male if you can. Aurelia, if you wouldn't mind keeping Leighla safe? I am going Hunting."<br/><br/>He used his boots to quicken dimension door across, activating the shield as he dropped behind the chair he thought someone else would have been in. The Brotherhood was a likely candidate for assassination, but it might just be dwarf politics being more cut-throat than he expected. He searched for a target, aware that his shield was a bright 'shoot me now' sign, before moving forward to the door, figuring the assassin had done a runner already.