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demented-tiger
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Uggthoa's description of firearms sounded - barbaric - to say the least. Such gunpowder weapons hadn't been used in centuries, since the days when man first decided they could shrink the cannon to an anti-personell weapon. What intrigued Alexis and Madison the most was Uggthoa's acount of how much her size seemed to affect a bullet's impact - though a musketball was far slower and had less power than a rifle bullet, especially depending on the amount of powder used. "I'd hardly call you a runt," Alexis remarked. "You have to be at least 7 feet tall, maybe 8." "It's rather interesting how you channel your powers in the form of explosions," Madison said. "Almost the way we psionics use our telekinetic bursts." Both of them paused when Uggthoa showed them her map. It was crude, but the layout looked nothing like the familiar coastlines and natural features they were used to. Alexis tried to think back to the world atlases he'd seen in the library. Perhaps this was a crude map of one of the other continents beyond the oceans. "Er... You're a long way from home if you've never heard of the Northern Frontier Territories and your map looks like that," commented Madison. "The Northern Frontier Territories take up all of northern Sierria: from the Front Range of the White Mountains to just beyond the Arctic Circle - basically the whole northern part of the continent between the Occident Mountains and the Green Mountains." In the meantime, Melissa just stared at Sato with her deadpan look. "You really need to either get a job with an army or mercenary corps, or get a new hobby," she said. "Unless you want to go to a bar or saloon and have a few drinks first, you're never going to find a 'worthy opponent' in these parts. In fact, what are you doing out in these parts? Not challenging random strangers to fights, are you?"