The Angel of War ate dirt. Fair enough! Its horse, for all its beauty, did not have a Warrior's Soul. It was, in fact, a semi-feral beast who threw the Angel at every opportunity. Taking a bullet to the armour was well beyond its nonsense tolerance and off it went to start grazing. The Angel of War could not begrudge any of this, and managed a salute to its companion before performing the sequence of actions that put it back on its feet.

"A fair shot from a fair lady," declared the Angel of War, raising a finger. "I see that you are no common soldier. Accept my challenge! Let us settle our quarrel upon the duelist's field and part without bitterness!"