Jeddediah grunted with approval at his second in command’s words. He pressed his lips together, nodding his cow-boy hat as he stared down the massive army.  She was as confident and as much of a reinforcement as ever. [i]Yeah, you tell ‘em Anne. We ain’t gonna tolerate them-Romans---wait a sec. We’re walkin’ away quietly?[/i] Jed’s brow furrowed at Anne’s words, as he turned to her, narrowing his eyes in the way someone might if they wanted to say ‘what the heck’. 
	“Now Anne-“ Jed’s words were interrupted by Octavious’s booming voice, as he proclaimed his own terms. Apparently the Cowboys weren’t going to be having a say in this. As if! 
	
“There’s a first time for everythin’! And from where I’m standin’, it sure looks like there’s a big ol’ fat boundary between you and this here land. It’s called—“ Jedediah paused dramatically, looking back to his men, to catch their eye as quickly as he could catch their moral. “—Freedo-“ The roman interrupted him once more, making him back up his horse as a hundred or so objects entered the air, spittering towards the wild west. “Duck for cover men!” He shouted, as Anne shoved him off his horse, inches away from one of the big lookin’ rocks. Anne, being the sharp lass she was, had her eyes elsewhere the instant she was done with him. 

‘Sir, we’re being watched. Someone’s here.’

“Well butter my biscuit.” Jedediah muttered, pointing his twin guns at the roman intruder. He clicked his duel pistols once, twice, before remembering that they didn’t work at all. “Lord Mercy! My doggon weapons don’t work.” Jedediah cursed, remembering that they were made of the same material as he was: wax. He’d have to get the archer himself if he was gonna make a difference here. 

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The instant that heck began to rain down from the roman emprie, Markus knew that it was time he let an arrow loose directly at the two just as the large rocks were hurled. Only the female quickly ducked herself and her leader out of harms’ way, causing Markus’s arrow to fly straight for the ‘night guard’s’ rear end. Markus scoffed at the fortune he was receiving today as he instantly lined another arrow up with his bow string, firing a secondary arrow at the two, this one was aimed for the shoulder of the leader. 

The female, whoever she was, was commendably quick, firing a few rounds his direction. Her aim was as true as his, his arrow hiss Jedediah right in the left shoulder, and her bullets planting themselves right in Markus’s stomach. Markus jolted upon impact, almost feeling like the wind was kicked out of him—before he stared down at his torso. He had two holes in him now. The prepared scream in his mouth died as he saw now blood come out, and found he actually was feeling not too bad. He blinked twice. 

[i]Wait a minute.[/i] He stroked his chin, before more bullets found their way into his chest, and made him smack down backwards upon the ground above the cave. 
He too had his own curses to spout.