Annie was just about a pacifist as ever, even after noticing her leader turn to her with an exasperated 'what the heck?' expression on his face. She wasn't kidding, and it was evident on her own feminine features; it was the 'you heard me' look, piercing her eyes at him, as if she was expecting him to submit defeat. Honestly, the cowgirl wasn't that cruel, and the obvious celebrity-love from their people was evident for her modesty. It was actually one of the reasons why Jedediah grew so amused, and/or fond of her: he respected her for a young woman of her status. Or, maybe it was because he needed a sharpshooter on their boundary? She didn't really want to ask him what the reason was. Not now, not yet. 

With rock projectiles coming towards their foundation, the western people of their exhibit screamed, and they ran. The giant, on the other hand, was just acting like a pillar in the way of the rocks. He exclaimed and hissed here and there in pain as the fire-covered rocks hit his uniform, and it literally made him reconsider to not not remain there. 

[i]"Climb aboard, boy. Take the hand, son"[/i]

Came a sudden voice next to Larry, as he tried to get away from the shooting projectiles of the Roman army, a hand offered out to him. Wasting no time, he took the hand of Theodore Roosevelt, the twenty-sixth president of the United States, and perched himself upon his horse, Texas. Then, there they go, riding away from the Hall of Miniatures. Annie did glance at the night guard's getaway, but she turned herself back into the chaos ensuing, along with the cowboy next to her. Hearing him curse his guns, while taking the shots herself, the cowgirl literally stalled while she was adding more bullets, looking at him in disbelief. "Hold on, you mean all this time, your guns don't work?!", she shouted over the noises of crossfire and screaming. Scoffing in disbelief, she quickly handed him one of her own from her slim waist. 

What Annie didn't prepare herself for, was an arrow striking Jedediah's left shoulder, while his back was turned to the archer within their hiding spot. Apparently, the coverage proved itself useless, and the cowgirl felt a shocking blankness within herself at the sight. Using what only her sharp eye could do, Annie stood up, exposing herself from her hiding spot, and hit true with her last bullet: into the intruder's stomach. 

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In the aftermath of battle, Annie, now panting from the mental and emotional experience, tended to the people around her. Knowing that she, Jed, and everyone around her was made of a material known as wax, tending to a wound was easy: just a few bandages here and there. She tended to her leader's shoulder, having to strip him from his shirt to make the treatment easier. "When were you going to tell me that you had poor weaponry?", the cowgirl asked him curiously, wanting to know why he kept quiet about his guns, and why he didn't tell her that he had obsolete firearms that were far beyond her own.

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Octavius never felt such utter disappointment for their failure to take the barbarian territory of the Western exhibit. His best soldier was being tended to by the healers, and he had to come up with another plan as he stood within his tent, back in the exhibit of the Roman Empire. That was enough of those buffoons! That cowgirl and her barbarous leader...