Beaufort jumped instinctively at the gunshot, then turned to see it's source. He blinked, hoping to god that wasn't Marguerite, and the real Marguerite would arrive soon to remind him exactly why not losing his mind was a good thing. He turned back to Percy and swished his sword far too boldly to say he had no idea how to handle one bar one lesson of fencing when he was 10.

"Prepare to meet your maker, whoever he may be." He wasn't going to stand aside this time.