ADAM
Adam didn't see Deimos shudder in response to the gun's noise, too busy grinning over his own accuracy in hitting his target. Once he was satisfied with his shot he turned back to Deimos, automatically flicking the safety latch on his gun back. While Adam rarely did a lot of things textbook-accurate, he had learnt how to fire a gun from a very strict teacher and the lessons had simply dissolved into his instincts.
"If you shoot someone or something close, it'll still work. Hell, I mean..." Adam knelt and held his gun to the ground, pressing it close enough to the dirt to make a small indent with the shaft. "Say this was someone's head. It'd be totally splintered if I shot. ...So...you gotta be careful with 'em." Pulling up the pistol to wipe up the end on his shirt, he holstered it then picked back up his basket, adding in a rim to mark the top.
As for range... "Err...pistol like this, probably about a hundred yards? There's ones with longer range too, but I never really needed 'em. I was only working on the roads with carriages and stuff, so..." Mostly, he'd needed to shoot wheels or windows about fifty yards ahead if anything. "You need to learn how to aim, though. It's harder than it looks - I only got good after a lotta years of practice."
He bounced his basket in his hands, smiling at it. Perhaps it wasn't beautiful, but it was strong. Placing it down as he got longer strands with which to make a handle, he continued to speak: "I guess it's not so impressive here when there's magic and stuff too, though. I could absolutely still get fucked by someone shooting fireballs or some shit. You've got magic, right?"
"If you shoot someone or something close, it'll still work. Hell, I mean..." Adam knelt and held his gun to the ground, pressing it close enough to the dirt to make a small indent with the shaft. "Say this was someone's head. It'd be totally splintered if I shot. ...So...you gotta be careful with 'em." Pulling up the pistol to wipe up the end on his shirt, he holstered it then picked back up his basket, adding in a rim to mark the top.
As for range... "Err...pistol like this, probably about a hundred yards? There's ones with longer range too, but I never really needed 'em. I was only working on the roads with carriages and stuff, so..." Mostly, he'd needed to shoot wheels or windows about fifty yards ahead if anything. "You need to learn how to aim, though. It's harder than it looks - I only got good after a lotta years of practice."
He bounced his basket in his hands, smiling at it. Perhaps it wasn't beautiful, but it was strong. Placing it down as he got longer strands with which to make a handle, he continued to speak: "I guess it's not so impressive here when there's magic and stuff too, though. I could absolutely still get fucked by someone shooting fireballs or some shit. You've got magic, right?"
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