What the actual fuck? Aaron's sudden switch was really off-putting, and Jake was too caught up in his own anger and frustration to work out what was going on, his tail refusing to stay still at all. Still, if Aaron wasn't trying to blame himself for something that wasn't his fault, that was cool enough. Hefting the stone animal a couple more times, he looked all round the space they were in.
There was an archway at the other end of the courtyard, with rearing horses carved into the stonework on either side, among other things that made up some sort of hunting scene. "That horse on the left. Gonna hit it on the face."
Jake was a damn good shot, no matter what he was using; gun, bow and arrow, spear, bolas, strange stone elf creature things, whatever, they tended to hit where he aimed for. Even if he did apparently have a shitty swing or whatever. He took careful aim and then threw the stone thingy at the horse. Sure enough, it smacked into the eye of the carved horse and broke in two.