[i]Looking down on the curiosity that was the undying woman, Genral contemplated his options for a moment. He could continually kill her until time ran out and one of them was declared the victor, or he could save the ammunition and effort, enjoying the fire and learning more about this mystery person. Relenting, he reloaded the magazine, slotting six explosive round into the metallic cartridge to replace those which he'd wasted already, taking the munitions from a pouch on the upper right portion of his chest armor. Slinging the Staff back over his head and letting the strap take on its weight over his chest, he moved to the log seat to her left, squatting down onto the seat with some caution to his movements. Sighing, he looked to the woman and noticed her features for the first time, stilling his movements a time as he took it in. Then, he spoke, his voice that of either a young or middle-aged man, most likely in his late thirties from the pitch and tone of the voice.[/i] "[b]I am Genral, Initiate of the Armamentarium Clerics and Squire to Saint Kenan of the same order. I apologize for the mess, but I'd believed this would be bloody work from the get-go, and did not expect any amicability or friendliness from any I'd encounter in here. "And what might your name be, Madame?[/b]"