Brodown

[Kunanaki]

Simon quietly used the oil to clean his custom-made .45, admiring the sheen of the odd metallic substance he had made. It was lighter, faster, and high caliber. The perfect perforate of paper targets. Several of them had bullet holes all about the silhouette at different paces, practicing drawing and firing. This was cleanup, picking up the brass to reload it later, letting Solaire devour the rounds for a snack.

With the bag of empty brass rounds and some raw material, Simon headed towards his Forge Area to get to work.