--During the skirmish--
“Course I had bullets, I just didn’t wanna load ‘em!” Jedediah shouted back at Annie. The doggon girl was yelling at him in the midst of battle. Jed slapped a gun into it’s holster while he tried dislodging the arrow form his shoulder. [i]Sweet baby Caroline, how the heck did this thing get so darn deep?[/i] Jedediah resisted grumbling, as he gave it one strong yank. The arrow tip shot out (so to speak) of his shoulder with the single tug. Jedediah released a manly grunt, only to find that he actually didn’t feel anything. 

While he remained behind his makeshift cover, he couldn’t help but think about his clothes. They were the only darned pair he owned, and now someone had just up and shot a tear into it. Jedediah tried once more to release a volley of bullets to the stranger, again, his guns clicked, out of ammunition. A chorus of the same noises all around him told him his mean were probably suffering the same technical issue. 

“God must be wantin’ to see something real entertaining because you’re gonna get darn shoved off that heaven-forsaken cave entrance!” Jedediah shouted at the roman archer, as another arrow whizzed past him. 


-Markus (during the skirmish)

“Or maybe Zues simply wants to see how you barbarians hold up against functional weaponry!” Markus shouted back over the sound of clicking guns. As he realized their weapons didn’t work, his hiding spot became of less importance. If his attackers couldn’t defend themselves, then that was fine by him. The Night-Guard left, causing great chaos amongst the barbarians. 

Markus almost laughed as he sent another arrow flying past the Barbarian leader, who seemed to have a very loose jaw-bone. Still. It caught Markus slightly offguard that Jedediah wasn’t [i]bleeding[/i] to death. Markus almost paused after another arrow. Surely the blood would drip out in a second? Nope. The cowboy yanked the missile from his arm. Just as Markus drew his arm back to send another arrow, he never noticed the bullets passing through him, his focus was so on firing arrows. 

But another bullet from the female barbarian’s gun sent him stumbling backwards, as it passed into his chest, planting itself where his lungs would be. The impact caused him to take a step backward, being slightly off balance. It was then he bumped into something large and fleshy(waxy?). Markus turned around to see an eight foot man (or the miniature equivalent) standing right infront of him. The man was bald, and was built like a solid stone fortress. His biceps would so large Markus knew his head could’ve fit comfortably inside. 

“The name’s Joe Brass.” The man grunted, before picking Markus up like a rag doll. “Go back to your temples filled with them scotch-white naked folk.” Joe then sent Markus flying off about eight (real) feet into the air, off the western display shelf, and rocketing for the checkered floor. 

-After the skirmish (Jedediah) 

“I said it once, I’mma say it again.” Jedediah declared to Annie, “My guns work just fine. They just weren’t meant for firing. I didn’t tell ya because I knew you wouldn’t accept it at the time.” Jedediah said to his second in command. 

“I’ve been uh thinkin’ you should tell her ‘bout us bein’ made ‘o’ wax Jed.” Joe Brass’s thick voice rumbled from across the partially restored cowboys laying on the ground. Jedediah sighed, 
“Alright, we’re made of wax Annie.” Jedediah spun around to look at Joe Brass, “There. Now shut yer yapper and git them explosives ready for our progress drilling through that cursed mountain.” He instructed. Joe Brass released a grunt before the (miniature) giant thumped his way towards the huts full of the supplies to do so. Everyone knew they weren’t going to be making it through the mountain, but it was their gig. So they would keep making small smoke-bomb explosives, since that was all they could do until it was morning, and the whole cycle happened again. 

- After the skirmish (Markus) 

Markus awoke in the medical tent, finding a small bowl full of bullet-shaped pieces beside him…