Jedediah ignored Anne’s horse whinning as he trotted his beside the giant, hopping off of the four legged creature. He stomped up to the frame of the whole Cowboy display, looking upon the countless roman soldiers. 

“Hey! This ain’t your fight!” Jedediah shouted to the man he knew as Octavias. That cocky-eyed good for nothing Italian was messin’ up Jed’s show. Jed had a few other things he would’ve liked to yell at the Mohawk-military-mongrel, but the words didn’t come out of his mouth as his eyes fixed on the catapults. 

“Don’t you do it.” Jedediah warned. [i]If you keep this up I’mma git you when yer dressed in those stupid bedsheets and wearin’ that wheat on your bald head.[/i] Jedediah wanted to threaten, but  the Cowboy believed that with a glare like his, all that information was already evident. Of course there would be a difficulty in reaching Octavias but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. For now, he’d just stare down this bloke. 

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Markus watched as the whole roman armada assembled, their silver and red coloring speckling the floor like hundreds of ants. From where Markus was, everything seemed so distant, save for the giant. The catapults were ready, proudly their cupped rims holding their flaming projectiles. It was an impressive sight; it made Markus wish he had joined the whole group. Only there was a giant man in the way, and the whole thing didn’t look like it was going to work out. Markus returned his gaze to the catapults. They could launch those giant stones pretty well last he checked. 

Markus tried to do some math in his head as he thought about the approximate velocity of the rocks, and how quickly the catapuls could level walls. Then Markus’s mind replayed the Iron Horse smashing into the ground like a toy before the giant broke loose. 

Markus’s comforts were once more dashed. He found himself sitting down ontop of the mouth of the cave. It wasn’t like there was anything else to do. [i]He[/i] wasn’t about to anger something that huge. Not like his arrows would do much anyways. So he’d watch this whole thing see how it played out. Maybe some of the cowboys would receive some of the stray fire. Markus’s eyes trailed to the cow-boy right next to Jed. He blinked, it was the cow[i]girl[/i], her figure had been less than easy to distinguish for a moment. Then his sharp eyes zoned in on her, he still couldn’t make out her features out precisely. Still. She seemed to be having difficulty with her horse. He leaned out a little to try to catch more of her features. He blinked. For a savage—she was surprisingly dazzling. He arched a brow, as he watched her with slight interest for a few seconds more~