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"Yes, but I judge myself. I've always been strong, you need to be out here. If you're weak you die. But everyone seems to think my style of fighting is wrong, or not a good idea. Well the truth is, I don't know how to use a gun. Where you lot know how to use guns, and the different types, all I know is that you pull a trigger and a bullet comes out. And to be quite honest I have no intention of learning. My soul has always belonged to the past, a time where there was no guns, that everyone fought this way. I'm not saying that this way is perfect, far from it. I have scars from the battles I've fought. But I'd rather fight this way, where my opponant has a chance to defend themselves than with a gun in my hand. If you let them fight you learn how to block thier strikes, and it makes you stronger." Annabelle said, standing up. Midnight stood up next to her, and Annabelle mounted the horse and took hold of the reins.