Rodney rolled forward on his good shoulder, moving just fast enough to avoid the strong gust of wing that tore at the back of his coat. Making it into the sunlight at last, he raised his gun and fired off another barrage at Aggie, emptying the magazine. Taking hold of his shadow, he pooled it in front of himself and raised it, forming a solid barrier of darkness between himself and his opponent. Ejecting the spent mag, he held the firearm in place between his knees as he fished out a fresh one and slid it into the handle, watching it lock into place with a slight click. Taking hold of the grip, and pushing the slide release down with his thumb, he chambered the next round and took aim once more, only this time opening a small hole in his shield through which he could fire.