Fortunately for LaCroix his reflexes where as quick, maybe quicker then his tongue when he caught the sight of the small missile heading straight for him out of the corner of his eye. Swiftly he dodged out of the way, rolling in not the most elegant of manner but he managed to scramble to his feet. He stayed in a squatted position as he surveyed the area with his keen eyes, his expression still one of surprised.
That was definitely a first for him. LaCroix had been attacked with all ranges of weapons, from crossbows to shotguns, but a missile? Who would shot him with a missile? Only one person came to mind that would have a grudge to perform such a feat. Carefully he eased himself into a standing posture, his frosty blue eyes fiery with rage and his mouth pulled into a sneer at such an indignity. “Come out Soldier. Show me my assassin” He called into the night air, brazening calling out his attacker in face-to-face combat.