None of them knew anything about magic. They had relied on their witch for that and now she was dead. Therefore the alien was sorta their witch now. There weren't many left of them though...
"There will be, but not like our's. Only the elite Confederate units have rifles like our's, and they are only semi-automatic. They have less resources then the United States does, but they are much more crafty," Adam explained.
Staring blankly as he was asked for shoes and clothes, Adam didn't carry anything like that on him. They were at war...a change of clothes were not a top priority at this time. The woman soldier scoffed at Adam and got up from her chair. Heading to the front of the passenger compartment, she rummaged inside a locker and returned with a pair of boots, socks, and a worn flightsuit that had small burn holes in it's left sleeve.