He hears the bullet ricochet into one of the parapets of the wall behind him and sucks his teeth. Annoying that he didn't blow her leg off at the shin, but at least his attacker shudders back into existence. He tilts his head with curiosity at her prosthetic limb; a bit advanced for this neck of the woods. However, from the the looks of her, she's vistana, and they have their ways of obtaining the unobtainable.

The better question, though, is why she's alone.

As she conjures the mirror images, he takes a step back and exchanges his pistol for the sword sheathed beside it. Though it seems to have lost its luster years ago, the blade has been kept sharp.

"This how you wake everyone up, or am I just special?"