"How could I, sir?" [i]Victoria would respond through barred teeth, before she would suddenly swing upwards with her gladius. The result, as the blade met the axehead, would cleave the thing into two, the bladed portion skidding off to the side alongside the hilt.[/i] [i]Victoria merely brought her Bolt Pistol up again, remembering.. thirteen more shots, she believed. She waited on Dale to engage shooting, so that she could tell where he was.[/i]