The Sky's The Limit

[Arle Nadja]

Arle lenaed over a bit to get a better look at Warren's guns and--...What in the hell were those? Their design didn't make a lick of sense to Arle, whom had never been exposed to a war. In a land ruled by magic, there was simply no room for conventional warfare. What was a gun? Why did it look like a very ornate boomerang? She didn't know what a bullet was, what it meant to fire something or generally what Warren was talking about. "I've never heard of a crossbow, but sure, I guess..!" Arle would reply. She wasn't sure what was so interesting about what little power she had at her disposal, but that just meant a demonstration wouldn't take very long! Before she could finish that thought, however, a series of very loud bangs startled Arle out of her thoughts! The mage's eyes widened in fear and she flinched several times, her eyes darting back and forth. "Ah! What's happening??" Arle blurted out in alarm. She couldn't see the bullets, so all she could grasp was a bunch of very tasteless noisemakers going off. What was even the point of these, other than being incredibly awful to listen to??

The shaken mage was understandably not in the mood to show off at that exact moment, flustered and conused by what had just happened. "Hold on. What was that?" Arle would ask after the moment passed, clearly uncomfortable with what had just went down.