Mira stood and looked at her sniper rifle. "This crack is far too deep; it can't be fixed." She sighed, throwing it into the pile of trash. "We'll see what we can salvage from it later." She looked at the other students, "Back to the drawing board. We need to make sure the barrel can withstand the heat and shock of firing."
"I'll help you." Merlin walked beside Mira. "Why don't you just make it like the one you gave Aron?"
"Then it'll be too heavy for us to use. He's strong, but I'm not." Mira replied, "Albeit, I know that I must make that barrel at least a bit thicker, which would make it heavier."
"Mira!" Ramy rushed in waving her hand, "That was a loud shot! Didn't I tell you not to fire that thing?" She looked at the rifle in the trash pile, "What if it exploded on your face."
"It'll be fine." Mira replied with a smile. Even if she didn't look like it, she was still a demi-goddess, an injury like that won't kill her.
