"I see" you say, calmly moving your hand into your jacket. And, toward your revolver. "I wouldent do that" he says. You play innocent, asking him what he ment by that.
"You are planning to shoot the guard, then me. i'm a wizard mind you. This place is kept by powerfull gods! and the spirits of kings. Harm my flesh, and you'll have to deal with the dead."

"Pretty good argument" you think. "Ok," you say, "I won't kill you.". Just then your hand found the handle of your revolver. You slowly cock it.
"But I refuse to be part of your crazy plan. You want my help? Here is my advice. Decafe."

You Continue to buy yourself time. Finally, after getting the gun out of the pocket and aimed where you hope the guards neck is, you fire. Without hesitation, you drop the side arm and reach for the shot gun. As you pull out the gun, he has pointed his middle and index fingure at you. Then a small green ball launched from his hand, hitting yours. You drop then gun, feeling the sharp pain in your hand.