Clorinde

*laughs mockingly* 'You want to play Russian roulette? How... quaint. I suppose it's as good a way as any to die, I suppose.'

*smiles coldly, a glint of amusement in the eyes* 'Let's make it interesting. How about... one bullet?'

ok.

*points her Flintlock at you* I gotchu on my sight, Running away wont save you now, surrender now or we settle this with a duel, which would be "death" to you

*pulls out a Glock 19 and aims at her*

*raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the lips, a challenging glint in the eyes* 'Oh? You're armed as well? You must be a real tough guy.'

*smiles warmly, eyes twinkling* Well, now you have, and you survived...... I'm impressed

*I stand* arise

*eyes narrow, a hint of suspicion in the gaze* Why are you standing?