Shalidor had a couple himself but heard something outside. He slowly got up, light streaming across his body, almost like a computer circuit. A visor of sorts appeared in front of one eye, and he grasped something off his back. It looked like a frisbee. Balinor was waiting outside the door, readying a claymore. He was about to place it when Shalidor came outside. "I believe this is a civilian territory, not a war zone." Shalidor said, throwing the frisbee, and cutting the claymore, as well as Balinor's gut, clean in half.