Vincent stood in the open field, the bright morning sun casting a warm glow over the practice area. Several practice dummies were set up at different distances and made of sturdy straw and wood. The field was quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves from the nearby trees.
King Thandor, Princess Elara, and a group of elven advisors watched from a shaded area, their faces showing a mix of curiosity and doubt. Vincent's special forces team stood ready, prepared to assist if needed.
"Thank you for being here," Vincent began, his voice clear. "Today, I'll show you the pistol."
He held up the pistol, letting the elves see its sleek, compact design. "This is a semi-automatic pistol. It fires one bullet each time you pull the trigger until the magazine is empty."
