Eren considered his options. He had to somehow neutralize the dollhunter. He had his pistol, but not his knife. He was a damn good fostfighter, but he figured he'd rather not go toe to toe with that nail fist thing. 

At the very least, his dress would get ripped. Worst case, his flesh would. Both were a no go.

So...an ambush. He'd have to ambush the man. But how? He could fire from the shadows, but if his initial few shots failed to take out the dollhunter, the retaliation could be quick and dangerous.

He almost flinched when the beholder landed on his shoulder, but then frowned.

[i]Ready to talk?[/i]

Eren raised an eyebrow, and glanced to see the giant eye.

A lightbulb lot in his mind.

Eren trusted Nuul's shadows to hide him as he peered out. The moment the dollhunter moved, he would unload every bullet of his pistol on the man but two. Eren had 6 shots in the clip. If that failed, Eren would shot himself in the leg for the last one, grazing the flesh so as not to cause permanent damage. He would then limp out and act wounded, playing the part of a wounded hostage in order to catch the dollhunter off his guard.

Hooefully, the final bullet would and the fight.

Eren briefly wondered if he could gove the blood from shooting his leg to Nuul to power her grimoire. That could be a back up plan.

For now, Eren waited, pistol aimed and ready.