Gorrendil's opponent lunged at him with the ferociousness of a leaping tiger, aiming at his heart. Due to how fast this whole move was, he could only move on instinct. And what he did was probably entirely stupid and put of his mind. He flicked the switch on his chainsaw attachment, the razor sharp blades whirling and growling. He stepped to his right, his bullet proof armour not allowing penetration but the sheer force of the impact made him scream out. They were both sent to the floor, Raln on top while the Baron on the bottom. His opponents dagger was stuck on his armour.

Howling out in pain, Gorrendil raised his right hand, gun in hand and made to make a stab at his opponent. It was aimed right at the man's side, intending to kill him. Down on the ground, the President was sure that he will kill this man. If his opponent did some hippy dippy magic bullshit on him now, Maker damn him.