#triggerhappymuch?

The marksman doesn’t move from his spot, allowing the furies to advance on him in a circle with their hands on their swords. Reaver revelled in the midst of battle, there was nothing he enjoyed more than the sound of his bullets piercing through skulls and reminding those around him of his skill; however, he enjoyed battles on his terms. So for these beasts to engage him in a fight whilst he was preoccupied with Reistr...it was a discourtesy that would not go unpunished. 

Four furies and one hero. The numbers were against him, but any who knew Reaver were aware this wouldn’t phase him. In sync the creatures leap towards him, their high pitched wails increasing in intensity as they point their blades at his throat. 

“Ladies, please....” 

At the last second he pulls his dragonstomper on them, spinning in a tight circle and sending a shot in the direction of each fighter. The bullets hit each on the neck, tearing their arteries and causing them to stumble to the ground, choking and gagging on their own blood as it fills their throat. He could have been merciful and killed them instantly with a fire to the brain... but as aforementioned they had interrupted his discussion. He raises the rifle and blows on the barrel, that faint smell of gunpowder tingling his senses. There truly was no finer smell. Looking down to them the male smirks. 

“Whilst you are certainly not the first women to throw yourselves in my direction...I’ve always viewed such eagerness as uncomely. It’s nothing personal.”

He strides over to the nearest one and places a foot on her chest, resting an elbow on his knee so he can lean down to peer at the dying fury. He watches her for several seconds before using the gun to put one final bullet through her heart. He turns back to look to Reistr, smiling snidely.