Roland heard the words of wisdom imparted unto him through his new friend. Aim at the turtles and brown 'things.' Simple. 

Snapping out of what had been a rare lapse in decisiveness for the gunslinger, Roland took action. It was like a whole different human had taken control of that body. His eyes scanned the field for the encroachers and found a number of these turtles with wings approaching them and beginning to circle them. They would have no opportunity to attack. Hammers struck powder and primer as smoke left the barrels of those emblazoned silver guns Roland had. The timing seemed so perfect that it was just before inhuman. Roland pulled the trigger as his muscle memory pointed each hand to exactly the spot it needed to be in order to shoot down a paratroopa. Seven shots fired within moments of the cowboy's relapse to reality and along with them seven kills. The troopers fell upon the ground, heads burst open or holes ripped through torso and shell. An ugly sight to see truly. 

Before he could continue his onslaught, a most disturbing event occurred right behind his left shoulder. Ken, who had decided to come after all, seemed to be undergoing a demonic transition. From his back appeared an alien and evil tentacle, complete with rigid barbing and other pain inflicting edge. A terrible air came about Ken for as soon as the tentacle appeared, the boy appeared to enter a rage induced trance. He focused only upon the turtles which he cruelly killed and devoured. This did not stop Roland from firing and killing, but it did cause him to make a mental note of it. Five more shots occurred during this time period and five more paratroopas hit the ground. 

The gunslinger's revolvers smoked as they were emptied and dropped to mid-chest height for dual reloading. The act itself took but a few seconds, as Roland's hands swung the revolving cartridges out and dumped all the smoking used up ammunition on the ground. Taking brief turns, each of the gunslinger's forefingers and thumbs moved with a pace as bullets were reloaded into the six corresponding holes in each cartridge. With a loud click reverberating two of the same action as one, the guns were reloaded and brought back to parallel; each gun pointed outwards towards a potential enemy. There was a brief respite in the action, so Roland was able to take quick notes on the situation and what surrounded them. In front of him was a dark armored, seemingly robotic, clad man with a red magic/energy (Roland could not know at this point) saber. His aura was ominous. A considerable distance away was a bright orange figure and a man perhaps, probably out fighting the same targets he was. He could not tell much more about them from where he was standing. Both of the men who were with him earlier had come through right behind him, and closer to them was a skeletal man with a small creature nesting on his shoulder. Roland observed some of the action that one took. '[i]Magic.[/i]' he immediately noted. This man would be worth questioning later.  As more goombas and troopers appeared, so did Roland fire bullets with ranger like accuracy. Barely missing a shot, Roland continued standing in what was an unusually safe vantage point; they were completely surrounded by strangers with various powers and backgrounds.