Annie moved some of her ombré blonde hair from her face, as her leader began to lecture about the case of [i]her[/i] guns, and his own. The remarkable difference between the two miniatures was the function of their weaponry; hers could project, while his didn't even propel. From what she just witnessed tonight, only a few of their artillery laid impact upon the Giant, who obviously escaped the waging battle between the two factions. Not to mention that he was a pillar through it all. Noted memo: only use it for something that's of your own size; Gigantor being excluded. Adjusting her hat by the brim, the cowgirl took a minute-glance at his firearm. [i]He must only use it for melee or up-close purposes[/i], she guessed. Crossing her arms, his second thought about it for a moment, even after he said that they were made of wax. "Got it", she confirmed with a breath. Again, Annie was thinking to herself as she walked next to the cowboy, watching this other hefty man walk off. 

Unraveling her arms, the cowgirl held one of her handguns, just resting it upon her shoulder, before twirling it, so the handle was facing Jedediah, gesturing him to take it. "Wanna shoot with a [b]real[/b] gun?", she asked him. Perhaps they could practice their aim, maybe teach the cowboy some new feats of marksmanship. "Shoot some rounds?"

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At the medical tent, as soon as Markus awoke, a messenger came to the flap of the tent. "Sir, the Commander requests your presence", he informed the archer. "When you're ready", he added as an afterthought, before taking his leave.