Rivet had already passed the point at which he was starting to gain distance from his opponent, every inch more time he needed in order to set up his victory. Distance was his friend, for he had to play the long game against this man, whose only means of attacking him at range with some paltry throwing knives. The very nerve! Only the most elegant of cutlery was worthy of piercing his perfectly bred skin.

Releasing the sheath from his cane, the blade glinted well in the light, solid and deadly as it was beautiful. During this time he would also begin adding a second augmentation to the bullet inside the chamber of his weapon. Now it would not only have explosive qualities to its inner layer, but a layer of acidic blood just over that. The little peasant will find this quite a delicious treat. 

Finally he would stop, turn and aim his weapon towards the warrior. Aiming was a rather important part of using a gun well one might imagine. He would have to be careful, considering the extra gravity they were experiencing for some strange reason. Must have been a maddening part of this realm of battle, oh well, he could always compensate for it.