As Metz fired he immediately dropped into a half-crouch, cutting his profile down in half and subsequently increasing the likelihood any retaliatory fire would miss him. He personally wasn’t confident he could dodge bullets, but his Wolf-like enemy had seemingly done just that with a quick dash rightward as he pulled the trigger, essentially meaning he had cleared his whole body from the bullet’s path before it covered the paltry distance. That was worrying indeed for the Mage, though he wasn’t aware just how late his enemy had left it to avoid the shot and still succeeded, it was still an extraordinary display of speed. Realising he was outmatched physically, he quickly cocked the hammer back on his pistol and tried to retain his concentration, as his opponent drew and opened fire.

As Metz was in that instance dropping low into his crouch the shot that was meant for his centre of mass could have struck his head, but he got lucky as his movement had set him off its immediate path, though to shoot that accurately that quickly while moving while dual wielding, it seemed his foe also outmatched him as a shooter. Metz was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. The shot cut a minor graze on his neck as it passed perilously close by him followed by its inaccurate fellow, they disappeared into the abyss behind him. The shot wasn’t enough to break his concentration, but it was close, and it certainly slowed his return fire as he fell into a full crouch on the floor.

He fired a second shot at the Wolf, aiming for his centre but unlikely to hit anything but a flank if he was continuing to show off his extraordinary speed.