*slings her bat over her shoulder and signals her people to keep moving* *catching the echo of that gunshot over the line, grins* Dents, huh? That must be the fucker't took off and ran. Charlie bunted it when he should've swung for the fence. *sighs (you understand)* I was this close to grabbing one of those badass big-game bows, instead, but the guys said the arrows might bounce off their little metal skulls. So it's bats all around. Still think I could've drilled a few.