Apparently Giganto didn't like the fact that he was about to die. Well to bad. Someone had to pay and this was the only guard they caught. The others ones had been pretty fast at locking them up before they could do anything. But not this one. Jedediah smiled, and straightened eagerly as the lights for the train turned on. Soon.

He turned at the sound of a familiar voice. "Well hey Annie!" he said. "We got ourselves a guard. And he's going to pay." He grinned eagerly. He had been very concerned when she had first arrived. Annie Oakley - the greatest sharpshooter in history. It was a shame his guns didn't work. He would have loved to take that record. But as it was, she was ok. She didn't challenge him, didn't get in his way and was a good 'ol cowgirl. Someone he can count on. 

He frowned at the reference to blondie and glanced at the giant. Did the guard just call him blondie? He almost scowled before realizing the comment must have been for Annie as she replied. He tuned them out slightly as the train started to move forward, slowly at first. "Faster, faster." He yelled caught in the moment.

He looked as the guard called out to him. "Jedediah. Why are you doing this?" The man struggled slightly a bit terrified of being about to die.

"Because someone's gotta pay." Jed turned back toward the tunnel.

"Please. Stop this." 

Jed sighed and looked at the giant. "Hold off." He called. The train started to slow. "Nah just kidding. Ram him! Go full speed." He grinned as the train barreled out of the tunnel and straight toward the giant. It hit the giant with a disappointing click and fell off the track. "Oh man. Dog gum." Maybe dynamite would do it.
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Not really wanting to leave, Julia turned slowly, still watching the formations. When it came to warfare, the Romans were pros. The legions were all lined up and the catapults put into place. Torches were brought forward ready to fire. Leaning forward slightly, she looked for her Father. It was funny really. Though Octavian was her father historically, they weren't really that much different age-wise in this display. She was a younger in this set. Not yet at the historical stage where she was married but still old enough to consider herself an adult. 

Her eyes found him. She knew he'd be at the front, leading the charge. All good generals led from the front. His armor was spotless, his troops ready for his command. She sighed and turned away. Making her way back to the little village square she resigned herself to spending the whole night with the other Roman women being bored stiff.