Ray, Jayce, and Ronnie drew a breath, and waited. A belltower rose from the ground, and chimed once, the face showing twelve o'clock. It chimed twice more, before the would-be shooter's flexed their paws, hovering over their firearms. Eight chimes later, and a bead of sweat dropped from Ronnie's brow, as Ray rubbed his nose, and Jayce blinked. At the ninth chime, all three raccoons drew their guns, and fired. Ronnie and Jayce fell back quickly, and Ray took a step back, a wound in his shoulder. He looked at the wound, and smiled. "I win."