[ The weight is odd in his hands. It feels... Wrong isn't the right word, but it doesn't feel like a gun, and Silco has felt plenty of those in his life, given that he's been provided many proudly brandished as if they were an increasing sequence of greater and greater inventions. (Generally, there were, but there were always the occasional dud.) Silco's finger curls around the trigger instinctively, familiar with the weapon.
He wondered what it would be like to hold a bigger weapon. Sure, he'd held the occasional pipe, or bat, or any number of things in his youth, but he'd never been one for the larger weapons. Axes had been hard to come by in Zaun, considering they didn't really have anything that resembled wood, but he was sure the heft would be fine if he needed it.
If not, well. He's got a knife in his boot, doesn't he? ]
As if they have a chance, I suppose.
[ It's softer, and with less hunger or exuberance than Tezca, more serious. (Silco took everything seriously.) He lifted the gun, and tried to shoot for its head, but β
It glanced off the crest of one of them. He wasn't a good shot either, but he tipped his head toward the one he was fighting and the shimmered Ocelomeh dashed out from the crowd of them claws brandished, to sink into the throat of it. ]
If they were worthy of living, they would know how to fight, hm?
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He wondered what it would be like to hold a bigger weapon. Sure, he'd held the occasional pipe, or bat, or any number of things in his youth, but he'd never been one for the larger weapons. Axes had been hard to come by in Zaun, considering they didn't really have anything that resembled wood, but he was sure the heft would be fine if he needed it.
If not, well. He's got a knife in his boot, doesn't he? ]
As if they have a chance, I suppose.
[ It's softer, and with less hunger or exuberance than Tezca, more serious. (Silco took everything seriously.) He lifted the gun, and tried to shoot for its head, but β
It glanced off the crest of one of them. He wasn't a good shot either, but he tipped his head toward the one he was fighting and the shimmered Ocelomeh dashed out from the crowd of them claws brandished, to sink into the throat of it. ]
If they were worthy of living, they would know how to fight, hm?