[Indeed they will, should Barnabas remember the details of his past in kind. As it is, he simply knows his crown was not a birthright.
It's genuinely impossible to tell if Barnabas took notice of the missed shot, or the cursing under Ademnet's breath, because he shows no reaction to it. No comment, no shift in his focus, nothing. He seems entirely transfixed on lining his shot, using the sights on the barrel, and firing with unusual precision for someone otherwise unfamiliar with the weapon in his hands. The shot landing squarely between where the cowboy's eyes should be.
He did, by the way. Notice the shot, that is. He just seems more focused on taking out the cowboys, than ridiculing his fellow marksman for the mistake. Silently he continues, picking off a few more with that startling accuracy of his. Yet, as they find each cowboy struck, evidenced by a hole punctured through them...nothing changes.
Barnabas lowers his gun for a moment, staring down the targets that share their likeness.]
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It's genuinely impossible to tell if Barnabas took notice of the missed shot, or the cursing under Ademnet's breath, because he shows no reaction to it. No comment, no shift in his focus, nothing. He seems entirely transfixed on lining his shot, using the sights on the barrel, and firing with unusual precision for someone otherwise unfamiliar with the weapon in his hands. The shot landing squarely between where the cowboy's eyes should be.
He did, by the way. Notice the shot, that is. He just seems more focused on taking out the cowboys, than ridiculing his fellow marksman for the mistake. Silently he continues, picking off a few more with that startling accuracy of his. Yet, as they find each cowboy struck, evidenced by a hole punctured through them...nothing changes.
Barnabas lowers his gun for a moment, staring down the targets that share their likeness.]
It would seem that was not the solution.