"Wow! I've never seen something like that before!" The man gasped in shock and amusement.
"I can do better!" Uriel hurriedly tried to defend himself, but the man wasn't having it.
"Your aim is so bad you couldn't hit a bull's rum with a handful of banjos... but you're in." The man let out a sigh.
"I am?"
"How could I reject you? Your aim can improve with practice, but you made a hole the size of a friggin possum in an alloy wall with that thing. To be honest, I'm jealous of your trait... mine is truesight which sounds cool but it's only as good as the weapon I'm using. If I had a gun like yours..."
The man proceeded to take Uriel to receive a new ID card to the name 'Magnum', though Uriel didn't care what they called him as long as his true identity remained a secret. Then, he took him to the outpost where his training would begin.
