The raucous man clamped the pistol to his side, it joining the many other weapons adorning his broad figure. He titled his head like a mutt would do when hearing a queer noise. “You’re a magic user, eh? That’s what that bullet shield was, I’m assuming. There’s way too many of your folk around these parts. Damn shame.” He repositioned his head and spread his arms in a taunting manner. “Anywho, you’re my target, dude. So, what is it you do? You a pyromancer? Psychokinetic? One of those fuсkers that can scream people off cliffs?”