Metz sat around for a while staring out across the lake, pleased that at least his vision seemed to have returned to normal after he used his spell earlier. He could only assume there was some sort of strange environmental effects somewhat like hallucinatory drugs on his old planet at play in the local area, though it was strange because such things were usually more visible. Then again, the entire landscape was of an odd hue like nothing he had ever seen before, it was like something from a dreamworld to begin with.

“Hmm, I wonder where Old One Eye went.” Metz muttered to himself, noting with some interest that no sign of his enemy had surfaced across the entire lake for as long as he’d been watching. It was possible the scarred looking creature was just a master of stealth swimming, but the Mage couldn’t be so sure of that. He certainly didn’t look like a swimmer, with that metal mask of his he’d probably drown trying to breath properly in the water.

Metz looked down at the water’s edge and spotted his gun half submerged. He frowned, the weapon would be useless now, it was archaic to begin with and being dropped in water and sand was certain to ruin the firing mechanism. Never mind now, he was certain he didn’t need a gun to face off against a mad-man with a big piece of metal.