"They hadn't recruited a cowboy" [b][i]He says, and the grey on his arm seemingly slides into his hand, forming an onyx black revolver. A glint of light activates in his eyes, and his arm aims in the sky, and he fires 3 rounds, 3 birds falling to the ground shortly after. [/i][/b]"They recruited a gunslinger" [b][i]He says, a thick Texan accent lacing his words. [/i][/b]"So, the plan is me, Front, and you flank from the side, while Frontiers mercenaries all rush from the front. Unless you wanted to charge in that shithole headfirst?" [b][i]JT asks, sarcasm showing at the last part[/i][/b]