"Blue yuck," more than one Agrii in Stu's little trio entourage agrees. Clearly they're already charmed by this encouraging He Row.
It probably doesn't help that there is no question that Donnie was not in their corner. That he likes the machine voice and Te Mi and all those stupid things. He doesn't want Agrii stronger. Clearly. So when the leader is offered the weapon it takes it. Stu is clearly very wise for a He Row.
It takes the weapon, lifts it, and then frowns. Something that hadn't been accounted for at first... The Agrii's hands were not quite suited to a firearm such as Stu was handing over. Like Donnie they only had two fingers and a thumb, and each finger terminated in a sharp claw. The claws would be great for tearing into things, but the lack of surface sensation made the way it held the gun very awkward. And the way it fed its large fingers into the narrow trigger guard difficult too. Sure, it managed to point the gun at Donnie, but given the failures of understanding grip or stabilization, the barrel sagged. This caused the Agrii to squeeze the trigger reflexively, and sent a bullet into the floor somewhere between Donnie and the gang of Agrii
Thankfully there was minimal ricochet, though shards of metal from the bullet and floor did fly through the air, cutting any skin they came across. And, in shock from the loud noise, the Agrii dropped the gun almost immediately.
Bless you Stu.
It probably doesn't help that there is no question that Donnie was not in their corner. That he likes the machine voice and Te Mi and all those stupid things. He doesn't want Agrii stronger. Clearly. So when the leader is offered the weapon it takes it. Stu is clearly very wise for a He Row.
It takes the weapon, lifts it, and then frowns. Something that hadn't been accounted for at first... The Agrii's hands were not quite suited to a firearm such as Stu was handing over. Like Donnie they only had two fingers and a thumb, and each finger terminated in a sharp claw. The claws would be great for tearing into things, but the lack of surface sensation made the way it held the gun very awkward. And the way it fed its large fingers into the narrow trigger guard difficult too. Sure, it managed to point the gun at Donnie, but given the failures of understanding grip or stabilization, the barrel sagged. This caused the Agrii to squeeze the trigger reflexively, and sent a bullet into the floor somewhere between Donnie and the gang of Agrii
Thankfully there was minimal ricochet, though shards of metal from the bullet and floor did fly through the air, cutting any skin they came across. And, in shock from the loud noise, the Agrii dropped the gun almost immediately.