[Barnabas would know of cannons, of crossbows, and the like. Guns? Not so much.
As Arthas asksβthough taking a moment to examine his own hair, which Barnabas does him the courtesy of ignoringβthen explains, Barnabas' gaze lingers on the armament in question. Picking it up, even, to look it over with notable consideration.
At the last word, he lifts the gun, setting the butt of it against his shoulder, the barrel pointed roughly in Arthas' direction for just a moment, then he turns it towards the cutouts. ]
I see.
[He cannot say he likes the feel of the gun in his hands, it's not exactly satisfying the way the weight of a sword feels. Though, this little trial is not about that, and so he instead focuses on what he should consider his target.
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As Arthas asksβthough taking a moment to examine his own hair, which Barnabas does him the courtesy of ignoringβthen explains, Barnabas' gaze lingers on the armament in question. Picking it up, even, to look it over with notable consideration.
At the last word, he lifts the gun, setting the butt of it against his shoulder, the barrel pointed roughly in Arthas' direction for just a moment, then he turns it towards the cutouts. ]
I see.
[He cannot say he likes the feel of the gun in his hands, it's not exactly satisfying the way the weight of a sword feels. Though, this little trial is not about that, and so he instead focuses on what he should consider his target.
His eyes lingering on his own cutout.]
Shall we make quick work of these, then?