An Alchemists Work is Never Done {open}

[Robert Luis Mustang]

"Not at all," Robert said coyly and he bent over and opened his case, and there they were as beautiful as the day they were made, "Black and Red XIII my own personal creations, both modifications of the Colt Python .345 magnum revolvers, each one counterbalanced precisely to my exact calculations and with my own personal transmutation circle engraved onto the bottom, those are required if anyone is to survive. You see my alchemy breaks down the plutonium rounds in my guns and breaks there large atoms into smaller iron atoms giving me three shots for the price of one. Also each bullet is equally weighted to be perfect for my weapon," he pulled up his gun at an amazing speed and lined up his shot. He pulled the trigger and a light green glow emitted from the base of his gun sending out a perfectly shaped iron bullet hurtling toward the paper man hitting the chest of the target, "so my aim is always pretty much spot on."

A small applause rang our and Robert smiled again,'i could get used to this'
"Your turn."

[Jessica Davis]

Robert was starting from the top. What was the fun at that? She was going to build up to a climax and he was already there. This boy also had a very accurate shot.

Jessica didn't go about describing her weapon. It was quiet obvious on what it was. A basic hunter's rifle. There were a few modifications but nothing near as amazing as the ones he had just listed off. She wasn't that much of a marksman. Especially at close range.

The rifle came to her shoulder and then she fired a shot within a second of aiming. This she had trained off of for over a decade now. She had next to memorized how to aim to have the shot go right through the center of the dummy's heart.


"I don't need the special modifications," Jessica teased.