The emerald on the gun shattered together with the wood of the tree Reynard aimed at. Several shards hit Reynard's face and chest, and if not for his Spirit Armor, he might have lost an eye. Or both.
'The safety rules are written in blood…' Reynard thought, shuddering at the mental image.
He glanced at the target tree—his aim was true, and the shot hit it with expected results—then examined the reinforced gun.
The Spirit Reinforcement was gone together with the emerald, but to Reynard's relief, the barrel itself didn't crack or bend. The spirit protection held just enough to protect the gun, even if it overloaded in the process.
'Either I need to reduce the caliber, or put more capacitors. Shit… This emerald cost me fifty gold pieces. If each shot takes a similarly-sized stone, I might as well throw grenades instead.'
