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."