The librarian noticed my newfound confidence and subtly shifted his stance, as if preparing to reassert dominance.
"Hmm. What's with that look? That confidence... is it because of that sword? Whatever plan you're cooking up, let me assure you—it's pointless."
"I won't know unless I try, right?"
"So be it."
Without hesitation, the librarian plunged another needle into his neck.
"Bring a hideen rifle in my hand, loaded with a sword. Quantity: One will suffice."
With a casual swing of his right hand, a rapid-fire musket pistol materialized in his grip. He raised the firearm and spoke with deliberate precision.
"Application: penetration. Execution: fire at double the conceptual speed of the previous order. Break through any armor."
The trigger clicked. A beam of concentrated light erupted from the barrel, streaking toward me.
