"..."
Ainsley's mouth gaped open. She looked at the person and suddenly didn't know what to do.
Why are you throwing your weapon away when I ask for it?!
The baby puffed her cheeks and was about to ask for guns or other weapons when the others followed suit.
"Sorry, boss. I ran out of bullets!" The person holding a handgun emptied out his gun and tossed the weapon under his feet.
He then silently buried the gun using his toes before he ran away too.
"My knife is rusty! It just broke!"
Another person with a knife suddenly snapped his blade in two and threw it away swiftly. He then dashed out from Ainsley, acting as if the baby was a plague.
"A bird stole my bow! I'm sorry, boss!" An archer threw his bow to his pet bird and let his bird monster carry the bow far, far away…
And then the archer also ran away.
