"Well, now this fight can't possibly be any worse than that lizard girl down there. Fricken' hate those speed demons. Anyway, let's get start!"
As he finished speaking, Xafiel quickly pulled his two pistols up to aim at the druid and pulled the triggers. At this exact moment, his mind went into Super Extreme Bullet Time mode. He stood an watched as the two bullets worked their ways out of the chambers, the sparks flying off into empty space as the gunpowder burned and the bullets scraped the inside of the guns and entered into free flight towards his current target. In his mind, though, all of this seemed to take place over the course of perhaps a week and a half. He then starts thinking that maybe he was over doing this effect far too much, as speeding up one's mind to makes a half a millisecond seem to last for over a week really wrecks their ability to think straight for a certain long amount of time. Even more so when he began considering the poisoned daggers that had hit him from before.
After what seemed to be another twenty-four hours, he managed to pull himself out of this state, to instantly crash to the floor due to the mental willpower it took to perform such a feat and had lost track of the flying of the bullets.