[b]Preacher[/b]:

[i]{Confusion.}[/i]

He took the time that Anvi was embedded into the wall to stand, frowning a bit as it seemed he did Something but nothing? Quick working was the way of sand it seemed, in terms of offense and defense. Brushing himself off a tad bit, he flinched as Anvi got out as quickly as she was embedded into the wall. A dagger was produced, he tensed, head tilted at her question and woosh went the dagger towards his foot. Opting not to risk it (summoned things usually did as such, simple looking or not) he did two things. First was avoid the dagger flung towards him. Simple was as simple goes; he slid back on his feet and just in case he needed it, took a few steps, three or four, give or take, backwards after. Second, much like before, his right hand moved towards that leather satchel, gripped one of the things inside it and tossed it towards Anvis direction.

Like before, pre-toss he pushed in the backside of the bullet. Aqua Tip and dark blue colored, the aptly named Freeze Round upon collision with the ground (or Anvi) would erupt in a decent sized splash of water fallowed by a flash freezing amount of liquid nitrogen. It was an odd combo, but the water fallowed by the trailing Nitrogen tended to freeze as fast as the substance and cause quite the trouble for those caught in its icy grasp. Simple and effective but Anvi had asked a question, a confusing one to a degree but he answered none the less, tense as always.

"I made the bullets. The gun was a gift from someone."

If that is what she meant. Said gain was still charging its battery pack, the glass section glowing a brighter shade of red with each passing seconds. Anvi might notice that our Preacher fellows movements were a tad bit swifter then before. This was not random, for the moment he was focusing simple on his Psionic Buffering, his senses and body being powered and energized by Psionic Energies and, well, just starting off as stated but rapidly developing as seconds passed. Veins continued sprouting from the depths of his skin around his eyes, senses were quietly being buffed as were physical abilities and a plan of something further was just Thought of, at the moment. How to, and what to do was the prime question of the day...though at least it seemed like 'killing vibes' werent heavily in the air...