"HAHAHAAHAHA!" "BLAST!" "PI-nG, Ting, PUFF!" The pistol flew out of her hand as smoke emanated from the end of the barrel.
"Ow…" Fumeko wriggled her hand. The brown flintlock pistol lied in the grass before Arabella picked it up with a scowl over her face.
"Alright, now give me an actual bullet!" Fumeko turned with a hop.
Arabella's eyes glazed over and she signalled with one hand.
"I only know a little, I can't figure all that out!"
"She's saying, you should've held that with a tighter grip, like she said before, and probably that you're not getting a bullet," Jotou got the gist of what Arabella said.
"It was my first time, come on! I don't want a blank shot," Fumeko tried to swipe the pistol away, but Arabella held it higher. She growled, "Warp!"
