"Everyone is to keep themselves calm. Do not attempt to engage the member of staff. Do not attempt to talk him down. This situation is under control." Despite his words, it's clear Myrrh is nervous, droplets of sweat dancing down his temple. "State your name and allegiance at once or we will not hesitate to subdue you through thaumaturgic means."
The man makes a yawning motion. "Oh, I'll tell you my name, but go ahead and shoot me. Feel free to throw whatever form of magic hoopla you have cooked up. I'll be my life I can dodge it~. Oh, but none of you are actually gonna do anything, are you?" He turns halfway towards Felix, "you're too busy being all suave to get your hands dirty," then to Melie, "you're the actual softest berserker in existence," then finally to Leena, "and you're a bird that sat there cawing about how right you are while the Styx got blown up in front of you."
There's a brief silence, before Myrrh speaks up again. "Fire at will." A sound of revolvers being cocked follows, as the hooded man simply laughs. "Doublecrosser," he says, but before anyone can divine any meaning from his words the hooded person is suddenly riddled with holes, falling down into a discarded pile of cloth.
Myrrh coughs into his hand, staring at the heap on the floor. "... Wait. The bullets weren't supposed to do that. They were only meant to subdue. They were enchanted to be... nonlethal."
The human, as well as the gun-wielding staff, all stare at eachother confusedly.