Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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The third bullet struck the doe as it turned, burrowing into its abdomen; the animal collapsed on the spot.

The fourth bullet hit the doe that was nearing the bushes, entering through the back of its skull and blowing its entire face off, turning the deer’s head into a historical term.

Malin stopped shooting and turned to look at Rager.

"I must be dreaming," Rager exclaimed, then watched as Malin turned the gun around and removed four cartridges from what he called a rapid loader, smoothly loading the bullets in two moves: "Shotguns can be loaded like this?"

"Yes," Malin nodded.

Baron Brice Shelton ordered several soldiers to cross the river and drag the deer back, then he approached Malin: "New gun?"

"Yes, but it’s too small for a big guy like you; you need a specially-made big one," Malin said with a smile.

Shelton nodded: "I think so, too, but your marksmanship is really good."

"It’s honed on the Chaos Folk. Believe me, if you walked the streets every day with a Punisher and mingled with the Chaos lads like I do, you’d be just as good at shooting," Malin said while flipping the shotgun’s safety on. He continued—you could even learn to discern whether the wall in front of you can be penetrated with a hollow-point for a kill shot.

"It looks like I should also learn to use firearms," Shelton remarked, looking at the deer carcass being dragged back.