"Another bullseye," Sanrock says to himself, "I'm on a roll." He had been left with only twenty-one rifle rounds and three derringer rounds. Along with firing the guns, he had used his abilities to throw rocks at the targets as well. They weren't large rocks, though they weren't pebbles or anything around that size. Probably wouldn't be able to crush a person if they couldn't even knock over the sign.

Then again, if he did want to kill someone, that's what the guns were for. Using his earthbending, he lifted several rocks in the air and aimed them at the target. But, upon hearing the voice behind him, the rocks fell to the ground. Sanrock turned to look at the person who was talking, then replied: "Help? What for?"