“Oho? A magic weapon? My my aren’t you full of surprises.”

Looking at the fire arm she was careful with the weapon. She aimed it towards the sky and pulled the trigger, then looked for any lose parts on the gun that she could pry open. If not, she looked for whatever was keeping the weapon together such as screws or nails.

“How long have you been practicing magic? Or perhaps... You must be a novice!”

The woman smiled and held the gun over her shoulders. She seemed to be putting something together in her head.

“Yeah, it’s make sense. Young man with a powerful weapon, powerful magic, uses both in premature anger. Ooooh let me guess, daddy issues? Or maybe someone insulted your honor? Did they not have your favorite sweet rolls so you decided to go vent by murdering random animals?”