Harvey's hands didn't connect to anything it seemed. The Ice Spirit dissipated vanished before Harvey could make contact, and the thug was disposed of before he could be pulled into his doom. Such a pity. And as quickly as it started the fight as over. Walkin's the Inquisitor was down, and with his spirit defeated Harvey figured that the Inquisitor was dead. [b]"Well, that was rather-"[/b] Of course Harvey would speak too soon. From the front and back doors of the tavern two more figures came out, both of them Walkins. Harvey couldn't believe it. Where they illusionary doppelgangers? Perhaps simply very similar looking men? Could Walkin's have been born triplets? Honestly, questions that didn't really matter. The bullets pinging off his body told him that whoever the two were they were real threats. Harvey looked at the two Walkin's with his Detect Life to see if they bared the Mark he had put on the first Walkin and to discern if they were merely products of spirit magic. But whether or not they were Harvey aimed to take them both out.

The Ice Spirit from before rematerialized once again and Harvey did a check to see if it was the same one from before or an entirely different one. Ice Spirits wouldn't be a unique idea to be certain, but figuring out if this Ice Spirit was the same one that was defeated from before would at least tell Harvey that it's true master, whether it is Walkin's or not, was still be alive to command it. But the spirit wasn't Harvey's target seeing that a flaming draconian spirit would occupy it. No instead Harvey fired both his fists at the two Walkin's who opened fire on them, and in the event that Harvey misses he also made sure to be able to redirect one of his hands to the wall behind the Walkin's who emerged from the back entrance. This way Harvey could pull himself over to the possible clone and thrash him.