Almost like a Fairytale

[Corporal Light]

Ballad was pretty much trying his best to ignore the think smell of brimstone and cooked meat as he looked down towards his hands, having pulled his revolver back out of its holster. This time, however, it was laying sideways on both of his hands as if he had picked up a stray cat that hissed a lot. It was black as night, with a perfect steel finish that was worthy of its own award. The gunsmith stared at his creation, working over something in his mind.

This revolver fired .480 inch bullets; six of them, to be exact. Up until his arrival in the Omniverse did it fire as fast as one could pull the trigger, which complimented its impressive accuracy, stopping power, and damaging qualities. Now, it was something different, and not in ways Ballad would really enjoy it. More recoil...single-action...fire rate completely ruined. It sometimes felt like a completely different weapon. But in the end, would possessing a totally different weapon be a bad thing or a good thing?

Back in the land of eternal winter, the gun was among the deadliest weapons known to their species. It was powerful enough to kill anything in a single shot, could penetrate three fully grown men, and the introduction of the gun bomb made it the most popular weapon ever to be invented. Pretty much every single man, woman, and child in that world learned how to use one and use one well. But, as the old saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. Those people weren't.... very responsible.

A single man, knowledgeable with the aforementioned weapon of mass destruction, was negligent. He used his unbelievable power to destroy the fragile peace and prosperity that the world had been so desperate to keep hold of for so long. All it took was the destruction of a church and fifteen burned alive. Cries of despair. Cries of Rage. Battle Cries.

Ballad closed his eyes, drooping his fingers slightly so that the revolver nearly slid out of his hand. He still remembered what had happened that day. Fifteen dead church members. A blazing inferno erupting around the remains of the building. The bright glow of orange around melted metal; smoke rising from the scene to forever plague the earth. The crackles of flames only masked by the crackles of a mother's voice as she wailed for her lost son. So many people who felt so sorry for what had happened whom eventually would come to see it as the spark for eradication.

....Idiots..... all of them.

The gunsmith sighed, sliding his revolver back into his coat just as he felt a tap on his shoulder, practically leaping into the sky in response. The damn kid sneaked up on him! Ballad opened his mouth, raising his right hand in a slapping motion just as he saw the kid gesture towards some food on a blanket. His eyes traveled to Lynch's deadpan face, blinking only once before glancing back at the food.

---------------------------------------------------

"You know, you could be saying thank you right about now."

"Thanks.." the miner said sarcastically before bringing his gloved left hand down towards a single piece of chicken, bringing it up to his sharp-toothed mouth. He quickly began chowing down on the meat like a wolf, which would probably disgust the more polite and mild-mannered one. Ballad had sat himself down on the blanket, which didn't appear to have much in terms of color. The carpet was rather itchy, like it was made of wool, especially around his buttocks. He didn't plan on scratching it though. He wasn't THAT much of a caveman.

"So..." the gunsmith said, setting what remained of his food back down on the blanket, his hands covered in grease and flavoring, "I didn't, uh... catch your name last time. Who are you?"

"Koal. Koal Lynch."

"Interesting name." the green man wisecracked, albeit in a seemingly uninterested tone of voice, "I suppose I should be telling you my name, just because you told me yours. Given what has transpired, I deem you worthy enough. It's Ballad."