Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160408213713/@comment-25686329-20160605053233

He looked annoyed that it was paint. A little indignant, even. The expression angered Yankee further, as he percieved it as not being taken seriously.

The Yankee opened the cylinder of the gun, held it up and let the paint rounds spill out. He took a moon-clip loaded with rubber bullets, or 'slam rounds', if you like, and loaded it, spun the cylinder back into place.

He kept his eyes locked on Bastion, raised his right arm straight out and fired at the window, where the bullet made a clean hole and a series of spidering cracks around it.

He gave a hollow smile. "There. I shot the window." He looked at the gun, demeanour casual. "Cool stuff, these loads. You know they usually use them for stopping riots? You should see the marks they leave."