[ 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.
⟪ how often has he been denied the right to pride? the question darts through her as swift as the small smile of his turns into his more world-hardened smirk.
none of it ought to be her business, but then, none of them ought to be dead. ⟫
I should teach you flame for the gunplay, if this place let me.
⟪ she doesn't tell him that she knows just and well what a yard is, not wishing to toss the kindness of his explanation back in his face like so. for most of her life, she'd had to find these things out for herself, and much as the two of them share space for mutual benefit only –– she does appreciate him. ⟫
It's fast isn't it? Less weakened by wind than common archery?
You're teaching me plenty already, considering. Counts as an even enough trade far as I'm concerned.
[ Shadows seem safer, really, in comparison to either guns or fire. At least with the shadows, the only damage that may happen if he loses control is to himself— Possibly to someone in the immediate vicinity. Guns are the same – things go off, collateral damage is minimal. But fire... That's something that can get out of control too quickly, even without the town baking in heat like this.
No, shadows are enough for now as he double checks the safety with a nod. ]
The wind gets to be more of a factor the farther off, but yeah. The speed of it at normal ranges for this kind of gun usually cuts the interference down to nothing. [ An almost wistful sigh. ] What I wouldn't give for a full rifle. With night scope.
[ He'd probably be able to pick off so many of those little pissant wood spirits. ]
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[ 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.
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none of it ought to be her business, but then, none of them ought to be dead. ⟫
I should teach you flame for the gunplay, if this place let me.
⟪ she doesn't tell him that she knows just and well what a yard is, not wishing to toss the kindness of his explanation back in his face like so. for most of her life, she'd had to find these things out for herself, and much as the two of them share space for mutual benefit only –– she does appreciate him. ⟫
It's fast isn't it? Less weakened by wind than common archery?
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[ Shadows seem safer, really, in comparison to either guns or fire. At least with the shadows, the only damage that may happen if he loses control is to himself— Possibly to someone in the immediate vicinity. Guns are the same – things go off, collateral damage is minimal. But fire... That's something that can get out of control too quickly, even without the town baking in heat like this.
No, shadows are enough for now as he double checks the safety with a nod. ]
The wind gets to be more of a factor the farther off, but yeah. The speed of it at normal ranges for this kind of gun usually cuts the interference down to nothing. [ An almost wistful sigh. ] What I wouldn't give for a full rifle. With night scope.
[ He'd probably be able to pick off so many of those little pissant wood spirits. ]