Victoria slung her rifle. "It's a family weapon. My mother's father took it off a dead Arab during the War of Independence." She glanced over at him. "That's the Israeli War of Independence, if you were curious." She drew her Colt and stepped up to another target. "We face the Old Ways. If Ares comes down here we have no hope of besting him or his spawn with swords." She took a shot, putting neatly into the bullseye. "If we want to survive this war, if we want to win, if we want to be free of the Gods..." She took another shot. "We have to embrace the new ways. New weapons, new tactics, new ideas."