"A staff gives range yes, but a firearm gives more," he replied. He had used all manner of martial weapons to be proficient with every thing that he could get his hands on. He might be able to pull firearms out of his ass, but he was not above other weapons. "If you rely too heavily on blood, it could get you in trouble, so that is fortunate. Have you tried knives?"

In the right hands, just pulling a firearm was enough to make people think twice about coming into conflict. It was all about the perception of that violence which gave them power.

"Well, it is a gothic place, so no. Black, gray and white are their main colour palette."

Well, there was more crystals. No actual liquid blood. That was strange, and even as he mopped them up and set them aside to grab more gauze, he massaged the area to have more of the source of the bruising come out. "Not to bring you much concern, but you're turning into a crystal. Maybe it will be worth something."

He had been invaded a few times in Deerington. Sometimes the most secret parts were exposed, but often times, he exposed himself when he didn't know better after multiple deaths. That was the worst part. "I'm sure it will be the same here. We just haven't been here long enough for all our private secrets to be exposed publicly yet."