As Travis began to remove the Paragon of Fantasia from the skeleton's bony grasp, strangely, a force began to pull back. 

[color=8493ca]"Let go of me jewel you son of a biscuit eater."[/color] A incredibly raspy voice emitted out from the skeleton. It leaned forward, tilting it's head a revealing a slight blue glow from within the corpses eye-sockets. It seemed the paragon was still keeping Samuel alive all these years. "Sam" pulled one of it's arms away from the paragon and retrieved a flintlock pistol from it's coat. [color=8493ca]"Take this you scallywag!"[/color] He spoke before pulling the trigger.

The fear of death was immediately snuffed out when instead of a fiery blast, a small puff a black smoke shot out from the pistol, followed by the bullet rolling out of the barrel seconds later and harmlessly falling to the floor. Apparently the gunpowder wasn't well preserved over the years. [color=8493ca]"Hah!"[/color] Samuel exclaimed after a few moments of dead silence. [color=8493ca]"Take that!"[/color] He added with a raspy wheeze-filled chuckle. Apparently that outburst was too much energy for him to expend, as the right part of his jaw suddenly broke and unhinged, leaving it hanging. He then dropped the used weapon and placed his hand back on the paragon, using whatever remnants of muscle he had left to hold on.