[ lance's hand dips a little in the air under the weight of the revolver. it's much smaller than his rifle, for sure, but the metal is cool even through the gloves of his suit, and it feels... a little strange. a little wrong. ]
Uh, sure...
[ he's not really following mccree's line of thinking, but truth be told he's still a little surprised by his lucky hit there, earlier. he releases the rifle with his other hand, the weapon de-materializing in the air and returning to its bayard form on his belt.
he takes a ready stance again and takes aim for the same target he'd just massacred not too long ago. this time, when he presses the trigger, he's shocked by the blowback from it, actually jerking back a little as the unmistakable smell of gunfire reaches his nose.
he stares at the target, with its brand new bullet hole several inches away from the bullseye. ]
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Uh, sure...
[ he's not really following mccree's line of thinking, but truth be told he's still a little surprised by his lucky hit there, earlier. he releases the rifle with his other hand, the weapon de-materializing in the air and returning to its bayard form on his belt.
he takes a ready stance again and takes aim for the same target he'd just massacred not too long ago. this time, when he presses the trigger, he's shocked by the blowback from it, actually jerking back a little as the unmistakable smell of gunfire reaches his nose.
he stares at the target, with its brand new bullet hole several inches away from the bullseye. ]
Huh?