Cynane glanced at the man in the handcuffs in between gunshots striking the cliff wall.
"He's fine. Apparently." She glanced at Dal'Sheed momentarily and then looked out into the open, then ducked back as another bullet struck the rock.
"Shit! Alright. Alright, they obviously mean to kill us. Its just self defence, right?" She said, more to reassure herself than anything, then leaned out of cover and fired. The bowgun's rate of fire was extremely slow, at about two shots every three seconds, but the shells were massive, and the gunshots sounded like cannonfire in the narrow canyon. Her shots went way over the enemy's heads though, and she ducked back into cover as they returned fire. When she leaned out, she accidentally kicked the grenade that one of the men had thrown, and it rolled away from her a bit. She didn't even recognise it for what it was.
Stripe honked in panic and thrashed in the cart's rigging as the guns went off around them. Amazingly, he didn't take any hits, and even when struck by ricochets, they bounced off his tough hide.