"Sure." There wasn't a yes or no that she could offer. This situation was new to say the least and it wasn't something there was a plan for. Coal hadn't been inclined towards this sort of behavior for the better part of two centuries, what had changed? A question for latter. They had a more immediate situation on their hands.
"We'll knock him out. Get him to let go of all the power he's hanging on to." Coal was getting closer now and the heat he was radiating could be felt even at this distance. "How much ammo have you got?"
She didn't think a gun would do the trick but distance was important. Especially for Ryan. Unloading a clip or three of bullets into the great smokey mountain would piss him more or so, at least that's what Enola hoped, and angry meant sloppy.