"American revolution huh? I'm almost tempted to ask whether you sided with the yanks or the brits. Though in the end a gun can only do so much when the thing you're fighting either lacks a solid form or is to tough for projectile penetration." Jacque said just as he and Nao came to the entrance of the meeting room. Jacque was almost starting to enjoy his conversation, though the enjoyment quickly came to a screeching halt much like he had before when he sensed a familiar, and highly unpleasant presence coming behind. A violent sloshing sound emanated from the camel pack strapped onto Jacque as he stopped in his tracks and turned around, though he surprisingly didn't reach for his weapon this time, "[i]Fire beast.[/i]" he said in an icy whisper as he slowly turned and awaited Amber's arrival.