He responded to the summons with alacrity, eager to see his weapon. And he actually relaxed a fraction when he saw it, allowing himself to feel his relief that he was a modern soldier again, even if he didn't have a rifle. He took the revolver carefully, and despite never having held a dwarven made one before, pushed the cylinder release and flicked the cylinder out with almost practiced ease. He checked all the chambers, ensuring they were empty, before taking the handful of offered bullets. He looked at the target, before announcing, just like he was back at the firing ranges back home. "Range is live, and weapon is being loaded."<br/><br/>He slotted the bullets in smoothly and without apparent haste, but barely a second or two had passed before he was pressing the cylinder back into its housing. He smiled to himself, and recited, almost by rote. "Slow is smooth, smooth is fast."<br/><br/>He shook his head, before checking the range again. "Weapon is live. Range master, am I free to fire?"<br/><br/>He looked at the likely amused dwarven smith, and took up a proper firing position, weapon in his right hand, his left in front and pulling back, aiming down the sight as he was cleared. He took a deep breath, and then released it, before gently caressing the trigger, squeezing it, not pulling it, and was a bit surprised as the chamber cycled without much noise. He knew the first shot had missed, going low to impact the ground behind the target, a simple straw dummy with a paper target on its chest. "Huh, no powder, no recoil. That is going to make aiming this a bit trickier than anticipated. But also means I can use this in smaller areas without giving away my position. Hmm, I can get to like this."<br/><br/>He compensated for the lack of recoil, aiming higher, almost directly center of the target, a touch above, before caressing the trigger again. Four more shots joined that one, a tight, consistent spacing, all five in the head of the target, rather than the body. None were perfect bulls-eyes, though the last two had gotten in it, the others slowly walking down the target toward the center. "A beautiful effort, and I am glad no one else will be getting anything like this. This is a weapon of great power, and even greater responsibility."<br/><br/>He opened the cylinder, and reflexively tilted the revolver back to clear the casings, but smiled as nothing came out. "And even better, no casings to get from the chamber before loading the next round. Master smith, I salute you. This is beyond what I could hope for, and is easily comparable to the weapons back home, if not clearly superior."