"But I'm still uncertain about the firearm's power..." Quickblade hesitated.
"Power?" Leech turned and waved at Rob. Rob immediately picked up a breastplate that had been placed to the side and tied it to the trunk of a tree.
Quickblade understood what Leech meant, and he couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes.
'To see its power, all we have to do is fire a shot!'
Leech quickly picked up the firearm, loaded the gunpowder and a bullet, aimed, and then pulled the trigger.
The flint clamp slammed against the frizzen.
A puff of white smoke rose.
"BANG!"
The firearm, which would have practically leaped into the air in anyone else's hands, was uncharacteristically still in Leech's, not wavering at all.
Given his strength, the slight recoil was nothing to him.
Before the thick smoke had even cleared, Quickblade couldn't wait and rushed forward.
He ran to the tree trunk where the armor was, lowering his head to inspect it.
