[i]With that, Wolf holstered his rifle, and drew his sword, cloaking and disappearing. He reappeared in the midst of them, cutting them to pieces, and tossing them like rag dolls as they approached him. His finesse was unparalleled, his swordsmanship immaculate. Wilson finally moved forwards as well, letting the Browning cool for a moment, as he drew both of his magnums. Firing them as enemies approached, he decimated them with multiple shots to the chest and gut. [/i]