Jacque glared coldly at the entry point of Payon village as he heard the sound of horses and gunfire in the distance. After alerting old man Adrian of the attack to come, he'd cleaned his weapon, restocked his gear, and then taken to patrolling the outskirts of the village in tandem with the night watch guard shifts to ensure an attack wouldn't come earlier than expected. Call in paranoia, but Jacque couldn't bring himself to quite trust a Dog of the Empire, even if he had  taken bounties for the nation in the past. And lo and behold, that paranoia may have just saved his life.

The bounty hunter tightened his grip on the cold metal barrel of his gun, now made slick and shiny thanks to a cleaning as well as a liberal wipe down with a bit of polish. The bounty hunter knew that taking part in this battle would potentially mean the end of any Empire contracts he had. It probably also meant that Jacque himself would end up with a bounty placed on his head, but that was of no matter right now. "[b][color=004b80]I swear to God you owe me for this Adrian. You'd better not die on me you crusty ol' bastard.[/color][/b]" he hissed over the edge of the rooftop. Adrian smirked from down below as he and a few other men remained crouched, all manner of weapons and shields at the ready. Jacque noted that among the weapons to be found, very little were actually guns, with a majority of long distance weaponry taking the form of compound bows and crossbows. Everyone waited with held breath for the first few of the enemy forces to enter the village, then the assault began. The bounty hunter had to admit that he was impressed with how quickly Payon had mobilized, as well as how rapidly they began to fight: Adrian had barely finished shouting "ATTACK" when the men -ranging from police and soldiers to farmers and even bakers- all rushed out to defend everything they held dear with the ferocity only seen in a desperate man. 

Jacque took aim, making use of the flashes of fire casted by a few of the magically attuned soldiers and bandits below him, and fired off a shot. The slug went a bit wide, striking his target in the left shoulder rather than his heart, but it was more than enough to knock him off his horse and allow the bandit's head to be caved in by what appeared to be a blacksmith with a hammer. Satisfied with this, Jacque took aim at another target. This was going to be a long night.