What kind of braggart doesn't even allow for a gentleman to finish his sentence?! Its absolutely unacceptable, a crime he just could not possibly forgive. It looked like there was only one way for this to go, and it would be for Rivet to end this little whelp.

When the motion was made to flick the dagger, Lord Rivet acted out of instinct. Years of fighting unimaginable lovecraftian horrors does that to a man, and so with a graceful twist he ducked well underneath the flying projectile, his hat fully intact. Simultaneously he drew his weapons and began to make a run to his left, with the intention of keeping a fair distance away from the warrior. As any hunter knows its foolish to attack their quarry head on, so he would put some space between himself and his rude opponent. With all the blasted weaponry about it seemed as if he would be tripped by a random weapon if he wasn't careful.

During that time his Bloodlock pistol went to work, the needles draining a small amount of blood and filling the reservoirs inside the weapon. Before it was filled however Lord Rivet would require some of that blood to augment his bullet with the power of explosive blood. Hopefully it would do well in insuring his victory, but his plans were always more complicated than simple attacks and such. No his victory would be assured through careful planning and meticulous design. This was no simple hunt in the eerie darkness of his homeland, this was something much more exciting.

This was a proper scuffle fit for a man like Lord Rivet!