[ from here ]

[ He's never said it, never had anybody to say it to, but that had been his own thinking. Suits of plate and embossed shields, the blades from bygone eras with jewels in the pommel and runnels to the hilt. Weapon to match the wielder, steel wielding steel. A small smile comes and goes at her statement, at the knowledge of a choice made correctly and for the recognition of such.

But then the smile twists into a smirk, the quiet of the moment shifting to more familiar amusement. ]

Sure, call it a trade. Shadowbinding for gunplay. [ Though who knows when there'll be a spare piece to go around. There's the crow saying he can supply but who knows whether he'll actually follow through. If it's not in on anything, Rafe would have to assume they'd have armed themselves and done something long before this; if he is, last thing Rafe would think it'd would want was the locals getting firepower. ] But it's got a decent range — around fifty yards.

[ ...Wait. Rafe squints out in the dark, picking out a landmark. ]

From here to the Invincible. That's a stretch for some people, though. I can manage closer to double that with decent light to aim by.