Edgar/OPEN/OPEN/OPEN(?) - Mini only.
An arm casually extended - the pistol aimed, fired - and the kick back flowed naturally through his body making the gun seem a natural extension of his very being. Aero zipped by the man, a lean to one side allowed for avoidance of most of the spell's effects, but ruffling the suit jacket which had seemed to expertly pressed just moments before. What a warm welcome Emillion seemed to have in store for the newly arrived. It was unfortunate really, the city's first impression - at this time - really wasn't the best. Shifting, his pistol was aimed again, while his free hand began the movements for summoning a spell. Until now he'd managed to remain in control of the situation, dolling out bullets, and saving his magicks, but it was beginning to seem like this wasn't the time to play games with creatures of this sort.
One of the monsters lashed out, causing slime to splatter at his feet.
"You've gotten muck on my shoes." A faint annoyance tinged his tone, but the measured calmness of the words were what made them the most disturbing.
And again, another round of shots rung through the night air, piercing through the monsters before him.