As the cajun went back and dodged his blow, Scott kept his eyes on the prize. He didn't care how many cards Remy threw, or how much he 'swept the leg' as they said. He did a short leap over it, looking at him with his silly card.
"I don't run." He had noticed the innocents were mostly free of the area. With almost a grin of enjoyment, he reached up and removed the sunglasses. Remy had better be the one running, since from 4 feet...Scott's blast wasn't so fun.