Head low with hands to his sides observed his opponents while the dwarf women spoke. Before she eventually issued a challenge, while the water spirit slinked away apparently in some means of escape. Tordor sighed sounding tired. Then met the other woman's eyes with an unreadable gaze. The strap of black cloth covering the lower part of his face to hide a resigned smile. [color=DarkSlateBlue]“Hmm, if you say so.”[/color] A deceiving moment of silence seeming to follow; a pause before the storm. In one smooth motion Tordor’s greatcoat bellowed back as he draw forth Minx and Pixie from their respective casings. A metallic hiss followed, and in a blink of an eye, or in the realm of half a second Tordor had pulled his pistols free and leveled them at the own called Bita. To an observer it probably appeared as if they had suddenly transported themselves to his awaiting hands of their own accord. [color=DarkSlateBlue]“Let’s go,”[/color] Pixie barked as ethereal power sparked into existence from the mouth of its barrel. The first shot flying toward and just blow the center of Bita’s neck. The second shot targeted toward her center mass slightly lower as Tordor dropped as he bent his right leg forward slightly preparing to move quickly. Meanwhile, Tordor watched and waited for his opponent's move, keeping Minx from unleashing its own barrage in order to allow for a quick response. The whirling sound of gears growing slightly louder as more aether was drawn into the sword scabbard on his back. The place of course was quite bare of life, so if he planned on using Blood Drinker he was forced to wait- least the simple act of touching the sword kill him. The handicap might certainly make things interesting…. The nether bolt's sped forward with strength and speed as if shot from a cannon. Lacking any kinetic energy themselves, they're corrosive nature would cut right through living flesh or un-living material with frightening ease. Unless it ended up hitting something already dead. In which cause the result would be either amusing or disappointing depending on one's point of view.