[i]Time for The Frontiersman to start working. A glint appeared in the cowboy's eyes, around twelve of them to be specific. He stared directly into the tents and spotted his targets with his peripheral vision. His arms were automatically guided to the chests of his opponents, but being a natural Sharpshooter, JT aimed for the heads of his opponents. All the shots in his revolvers were directed for the heads of his enemies, around 10 from what he had left in the cylinders, before he holstered them again. [/i]