"Old times indeed."

Winston sets himself, ready to go on the offensive if need be, but mostly staying near McCree so that he's got the cover. The torches are perhaps the most worrisome, since the crops are dry with late fall's lack of rain. Which means, ugh...dunamis.

"Take out the torchbearers as far from the fields as possible. We don't want those falling loose. And I'm not much good with the local magic, myself."