He could appreciate the nice, fluid movement. Good thing Remy was expecting violence from her. What was it about violent women? Oh, that's right. They were predictable about being violent. With his free hand, he grabbed her foot before it could connect. With the other, he lashed out with his staff, trying to hook her behind the knee and knock her on her back.
The guns were going to be a problem.
"Y'been practicing, chere. New bit for your act, hahn? But lasers?" Even as he was moving, Remy was laughing. "Who in t'seventh level o'Hell itself would give you lasers?"