[spoiler]See, [b]now[/b] you're fighting! You're making smart moves, you're actually describing where your attacks land. I'm proud of you fam.[/spoiler]

[i]The woman stumbled back and Alexander rose back onto his knees and then to his feet. Elizabeth clutched at her stomach, but stayed on her feet. The armour was clearly powerful, being able to take the gunshots. The two knights were weakened, however they circled around Garin, who couldn't bring himself to stand due to the wound in his knee. Reloading would he too dangerous, and sword fighting would be difficult. [/i]

Garin eyed the shotgun that lay beside a tree, and began to inch towards it while keeping his eyes on Elizabeth. He began to stand, but he was slightly hunched and could only limp. "Damn it... This is gonna hurt a whole hell of a lot." Garin was suddenly gone, then reappeared by his shotgun, picking up the scarred firearm and pumping it. "OW, -blam!-." He was gone again, and this time he reappeared behind Alex, and as he pressed the barrel to his head, he spoke very softly. "Listen. My leg hurts. I'm tired, and come to think of it, angry, because somehow, your little sword pierced my coat, and now I have to patch it, and I... Ah, I'm rambling again. Anyways, I have a nice cold ale waiting for me when I get home. So could you drop your goddamn sword so I don't have to waste any more ammunition? You too, Liz."

"You want us to drop our swords? For what....? So you can kill us without a fight?!" [i]Elizabeth asked, raising her blade and holding it in a defensive stance. [/i] [i]Alexander however, willingly threw his blade through the ground and and raising his hands up in surrender. [/i]

Garin bent over to pick up the sword and threw it into a tree whilst keeping the gun to Alexander's head. "No. I'm not a dishonorable -blam!- like you. Now..." Garin stepped back from Alexander and lowered his shotgun. "I really don't want to kill you people, especially not this guy right here, I think his name is Alex or something. He's pretty cool. That guy over there might still be alive, I dunno. Either way, you can A, try to kill me, which will most likely end in a spray of brains and metal, or B, you can drop your sword, like he did, and I won't kill you. I could help that Greg guy, you three could come back to the Dojo, and start a new life. Sounds good, eh?"

[i]Liz gingerly lowered her blade, keeping it at her side before raising it upward and sheathing the blade. She kept a hand on the hilt of her blade but raised her free hand. She wasn't willing to give up the weapon, but she herself was giving up. [/i]

"Thank you." Garin slung the shotgun over his shoulder and strode towards the woman, limping as he did so. He stuck out his hand for a handshake.