He held the gun out front.
"See this?"
Lugh said, his voice low and measured.
"I don't need extensive skills to use it. Which is to say, even if it had been another person, even if a regular child were the one to pull the trigger, they still had a chance to kill Lady Selaphiel. A good one."
The words hung heavily in the room.
Jahira opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. She fumbled for something—anything—to say, but ultimately fell silent.
Lugh sighed. He had already told them the basic principles, but they wouldn't truly understand unless they experienced it for themselves. And even then, he had only demonstrated the abilities of a revolver.
They had no idea how powerful a standard-issue rifle was—let alone the far more devastating machine guns.
And that wasn't even the peak.
Going further up the scale, there were artillery shells.
Those were the true terrors of the battlefield.
Come to think of it...
