Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140420052231

He frowned slightly, and rotated his shoulder. Of course it hurt: He'd torn the muscle a few times, displaced the joint, and provided a hairline fracture along his collar bone. They were weapons, but different than say, a bow or crossbow. A firearm was more precise, more lethal. Deadly, imposing and powerful. But also, it has a sense of detatchment. A bow, even a crossbow, is made from something out of nature. A firearm is wholly the design of humanoids, made to put down each other. Not animals. Not even Grimm. And the pencil moving across paper spoke his words for him.

'A gun itself is...unique. Different than a sword or spear, bow or crossbow. It has a cold lethality to it. A sense of...impersonality. Like you don't care what you shoot, almost. And...well, Final Echo has a bite different than other firearms. It uses magnetic rings, and currents to send the round along instead of gundpowder and Dust. So, it's much, much more powerfull. And all power comes at a price. The longer I charge it, the more damage it does. Both to me, and the target. The payoff can be worth it, but...self mutilation isn't exactly high on my to do list.' Ambrose finished rather blandly. Though, her hand was rather nice...