The man could not account for the diversion, but he knew something was wrong as soon as Xavier stopped moving. He couldn't take chances. So he strafed back and draped his needle-filled coat over his shoulder before quick-drawing his revolver and firing three .454 casull rounds into (what he thought was) Xavier from a decent distance. After that he smashed all the needles in his coat on the ground, shattering them, and put his overcoat back on. He ran his hand along the sword breaker and repaired its hardened point, returning it back to its regular, edgeless form. There was now ample space between him and the actual Xavier.