I suppose any weapon can be useful, depending on the circumstances. I'm not sure I'd ever be comfortable fighting with a sword, though.

[Melee has always seemed so messy and chaotic. Guns, though... guns make sense. They're elegant, precise. You line up a shot, take a breath, and know exactly where you're going to hit.

She pulls the trigger twice in quick succession. Both shots hit dead center of the hanging target. Almost. One looks to be a hairsbreadth off. It's a still target, she ought to be able to hit it precisely in the center. The unfamiliar weight of the pistol is throwing her off ever so slightly.

She frowns in frustration.]