Chapter 27: Curiosity of the Elf
"So, what do you do, Sir Inigo?"
"Inigo would do just fine. So what is the question specifically?"
"I mean I don't see any weapons on you. Are you a mage or something? But typically a mage would have a staff or a magic tome..."
"Ah so you were curious about my weapons and abilities huh? That's understandable, given that we are undertaking such a dangerous quest. I am a marksman."
"Marksman?" Lyra tilted her head to the side. "Similar to mine? I am an archer and am related to marksmen but the weapons. Where are you hiding it?"
"It can't be helped, you are too curious about my weapons. Very well, I will show you," Inigo sighed before materializing a desert eagle in his right hand.
"That's your weapon?" Lyra's eyes scanned the pistol on Inigo's hand, and couldn't quite picture what it could do. "How does it work?"
"You might want to cover your ears," Inigo said, raising the Desert Eagle slightly, finger resting safely along the frame—not the trigger.
Lyra arched an eyebrow but did as told, cupping her hands lightly over her pointed ears.
Inigo turned to the open field beside the dirt path they were walking and aimed at a half-rotted wooden signpost in the distance, maybe twenty meters out.
BANG!