This was starting to become a bugger of a fight, and Rivet was feeling frustrated at his battlefield failures. A perfectly good bullet was wasted because he had made the assumption of believing he was just standing in the same place the entire time. It was a regrettable mistake that he would do well not to make again. 

As he did not wish to feel the power of whatever magic hogwash was coming for him, he figured it was time for a little tactical retreat. In true grace that could only be achieved by a nobleman, he began to run opposite the direction of the trail of now steaming ice. Whatever his opponent was planning, he didn't want any part of it, and was hoping that perhaps he could simply keep moving and force him to attempt to combat him head on. At least there he could get a shot in. 

During this moment of retreat he would start to ready his bullet once more, giving it all the necessary enhancements like increased speed, explosive and acidic qualities that would make it more lethal. This wasn't just any old enemy after all, this was some kind of wizard who believed himself capable of out edging him using such tricks. The very nerve of it all!