Re: Some time later
"They didn't have much in the way of real armour," Meg explains. "A few trash can lids, some bucket helmets. When I first started shooting at them--" She mimes with one hand, thumb and forefinger extended in the time-honoured childish imitation of a gun. "--they kept claiming I missed, or that the armour had stopped it. So I started throwing acorns. That confused them, and they started banging into each other, trying to get away."