Medium · Hand/Eye Coordination ≥ 4
An old Belle-Magrave rifle, Revolutionary-era. Prized for its reliability more than it's accuracy. The rest are probably Belle-Magraves too, just too damaged to be identified.
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An old Belle-Magrave rifle, Revolutionary-era. Prized for its reliability more than it's accuracy. The rest are probably Belle-Magraves too, just too damaged to be identified.
An old Belle-Magrave rifle, Revolutionary-era. Prized for its reliability more than it's accuracy. The rest are probably Belle-Magraves too, just too damaged to be sure.
Factory balanced... bakelite and stainless steel.
But not when you're in a tight spot.
Shoot him in the mouth. Shoot him before he shoots you.
This time feels different. You aim higher -- as if pulled by a magnet. Your hand goes numb from the explosion and a plume of smoke erupts from the gun...
The smoke drifts west with the wind. You hear the plaza erupt in violence, slow, like a waterfall in reverse.
A plume of smoke and fire erupts from the gun and your hand goes numb from the explosion...
This third one -- he is the most dangerous of them all. Heavily armed.
This third one -- he is the most dangerous of them all. Heavily armed.
A small explosion expels the bullet from the chamber. With a puff of smoke it hits the man square in the chest -- producing a soft clicking sound in the armour.
With a crash of shattering glass and a terrible roar the fire draws in oxygen -- the bomb hits the mercenary in the chest, swallowing him in flames as he staggers backward.
An unbelievable shot from the lieutenant.
Another soft explosion, like a firecracker goes off in your hand. Another soft click from the gleaming white cuirass.
You really, really should have a gun in your hand by now -- or something dangerous. This feels scary.
0.4 seconds remain. There are six little black dots in the tip of the barrel, like a honeycomb. This is a nock cannon. It shoots six rounds in one pull of the trigger.