Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140420055234

Mariposa gave a concerned look before dropping her hand from his shoulder and lightly placed it on his arm. "Power or Health, huh? But can't you attack Grimm on a low... charge? Wouldn't that be enough to hurt them? That way you can get less hurt..." She didn't really understand much about guns, probably never will but she could at least agree about the impersonality part, from what she could understand.

Her bow, although created with other materials, was still connected to nature somewhat through osage orange wood. And it had been apart of her life for a good portion of it. She had crafted it with the help of Aunt Pollila, the wood had been chosen because of it's strong sturdiness. And it was unique, symbolic as the curves of the metal looked almost like the fantastical butterfly wings on magical creatures. But even if Final Echo was unique, machines made guns all the time in factories.