Bang! Bang! Bang!
Kael fired the black revolver and hit the strawman object in the distance.
The target was about fifteen meters away, and his bullets landed in the leg, in the right arm, and in the left shoulder.
"Shit…"
Kael sighed, shook the black revolver in frustration, and crafted a few more bullets, which he slid inside the chamber.
"Whew…"
Sitting on top of a fallen tree, a man with a cigarette on his lips puffed out the smoke and then pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Do you have prior shooting experience?"
Armand asked.
He was one of the teachers of the School of Divinity and Mysticism—he was solely responsible for teaching the art of shooting to Outlaw and Ranged students.
"Before Whitesky? No."
Kael said.
"I can see that. You know how to aim and pull the trigger, but that's pretty much it. Luckily the revolver of the Outlaws is easy to use. It's been extremely simplified.
