As soon as the gun was pointed his direction, the old man prepared himself. The destruction of Diabolus had made him slightly stronger, but not enough to withstand the blast that would come from that weapon. Instead, he chose to cast his spell of teleportation. With very little time to work with after the firearm ignited, he only moved a few feet to the side. In fact, he didn't even take his cane with him, though he still held it with his opposite hand after the shift.

"Now now, mine hand does not wish to be forced so quickly, but thine actions leave me with little choice." The man spoke with a silver tongue, lacing his words with the subconscious triggers of his near-psychic ability. "However, as I am not thine first target, and I assume I am far from the last. We have similar goals, and we should at least determine the compatibility of them, I think." He focused his thoughts at Ahven, but any human mind within The Cathedral would be targeted.