[Barnabas doesn't spare her a glance, and does not seem entirely bothered she's a little cross with him. He holds no fear for injury, so he saw no reason to keep from firing on his own paper copy. Should they hold back, the trial will not solve itself. Though, as her hand glows, he finally looks her way. His brow furrows in interest, wondering idly if that is magic of some sort. It must be.
Quietly he turns his attention back to the other cut-outs. The unfamiliar ones, she says? Very well. Taking aim, he cocks the gun then firesβhitting one of the grey cowboys in the torso.
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Quietly he turns his attention back to the other cut-outs. The unfamiliar ones, she says? Very well. Taking aim, he cocks the gun then firesβhitting one of the grey cowboys in the torso.
...
Nothing.]
...Perhaps this trial requires bloodshed.