[b][i]Elecin drew his revolver, his fingers fumbling to get a proper grip on the gun. After a second, he aimed, and fired a shot; it missed entirely, going way over the target's head.[/i][/b] "Dammit," [b][i]Elecin cursed under his breath, holstering the gun. He drew his sword, which he seemed much more comfortable with. Perhaps he was merely new to the gun; after all, he'd been training with his sword nonstop since he arrived there.[/i][/b]