She smiles and bows to his praise, not very contrite on egging on the little sorcerer with pranks and plans. "Why thank you, Mister Baum, you say the nicest things."
"Exactly, same as a fire work, only function over form. The entire point of a gun is to direct the explosion and the bullet, and what makes them special is how they do it." Oh let's see, there's dirty bullets that leave radioactive payloads, or can punch through a tank, or hollow ones that break apart instead of perforate." She gestures to the shooting range, where three other tables are set up. "I got the hand-gun, an automatic rifle and my baby Seraphina set up."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
