"I'm no archer, but the basic principles of aim and shoot still apply," Shepard says, considering Claude's speech with considerable anticipation. Normally she'd hand him something small and harmless and set him to building up a little muscle memory, but this is the Horizon. He isn't going to sprain his wrist here, and even if he blows a hole in something that he shouldn't, it's not going to matter.
Imaginary targets, imaginary weapons, imaginary damage, imaginary stakes. Smoke and mirror and god she hates this fucking planet so damn much.
"Let's get you started on something you might actually get to handle," She decides, motioning him over to the equipment. A moment's consideration more, and Shepard puts a simple pistol into his hands; simple by her standards at least. If it were real, it would have been handcrafted, iron and wood, ball and powder, more art tan antique as Shepard saw things.
But quite modern indeed, by the standards of the Free Cities civilian market.
"Now this is pretty primitive from my angle, but unless you change your mind about joining up, or rob a soldier, you probably won't see much different out there. How's the weight for you?"
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Imaginary targets, imaginary weapons, imaginary damage, imaginary stakes. Smoke and mirror and god she hates this fucking planet so damn much.
"Let's get you started on something you might actually get to handle," She decides, motioning him over to the equipment. A moment's consideration more, and Shepard puts a simple pistol into his hands; simple by her standards at least. If it were real, it would have been handcrafted, iron and wood, ball and powder, more art tan antique as Shepard saw things.
But quite modern indeed, by the standards of the Free Cities civilian market.
"Now this is pretty primitive from my angle, but unless you change your mind about joining up, or rob a soldier, you probably won't see much different out there. How's the weight for you?"