Okay, that actually sends Sixshot rolling, although he doesn't seem too concerned by the sudden displacement. In fact, the Sixer makes a sound that might be suspiciously close to a laugh after he lands on his aft a few meters away.

Smothering the sound with the back of his hand, he watches as Rampage sulkily sits down on a rock, all but radiating smug superiority.

"You could use more training," the six-former remarks, tone carefully neutral. "Or. We could go exploring."