With a flourish of characteristic drama, the Weeper ripped the cloak from his shoulders with his free left hand just in time to drape it before him. The motion was practiced and quick beyond belief, the surprisingly tough fabric forming a barrier for the knife that allowed him, not unlike a matador, to turn his body from the threat. If not for the strange acceleration of the object he would have likely relied upon the fabric alone, instead, his body turned anti-clockwise and the knife pierced fabric and clattered to the ground behind him, leaving him unscathed. The second would have been caught in the same act, but a quick glance had told him it was not on target, and he was eager to be on. So very eager.

“Halt your progress?” He asked, simultaneous to his cloak fluttering to the ground rather breezily. His masked face fixed her, watching her as his left hand was obscured by the cloak, his right pointed the sword towards her in a common act of stage-craft. Time passed in a bubble of sorts as the cloak fell and the Weeper moved, the speed of his actions beyond that of a human, but not beyond the super-human perception of the Allomancer. All the better, she would see what he was capable of. Then she would know to fear him all the more.

The velvet cloak draped to the ground, leaving the Weeper in his off-white ruffled shirt. More importantly however, it also revealed the click of the hammer dropping on his pistol, as he fired it from the hip. As luck would have it, the powder ignited first time, the sudden crack of the explosion startling, though the Weeper was unperturbed.  He had shot the deadly metal ball across the front of his own body, showing remarkable courage considering the unreliability of such a weapon. The projectile flew true, hurtling through the air towards the Allomancer’s right hip. 

“I suppose I mean to do just that.”

The weapon was back in its holster almost as quickly as it had appeared, and the Weeper was moving. Advancing on the girl, giving her small chance to recover from the sudden assault by projectile, his sword was hungry. Twenty feet stood between them, but for how long?