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I'm trying to find out whether this feat can be calculated.
The feat
The gun
The gun used by the attacker, is a rifle that can only fit a single round in the chamber. This takes place earlier during the City Age and as such several hundred years into the future. But it's also post-apocalyptic, with a lot of of things from older times remaining, such as modern cars. The location is likely Russia, as that's the area in which Saladin was primarily active.
So does it seem safe to say the rifle is a Mosin-Nagant? And would this fall under light-ball ammunition, since the grains are underpacked?
Sizes and Distances
Saladin is roughly 1.8 meters tall, going by these images. The text describes him as stepping closer and overshadowing the girl who has him at gunpoint. So does a two meter distance between the end of the gun barrel and Saladin seem like a reasonable assumption?
Lastly, where would you go from here? Is any information still missing? Are there formulas that can be used in this situation?
Thanks for your time.
The feat
He snatches the pig mid-dash. It thrashes in his grasp. "Elmi," Saladin grumbles. Holding the squirming hog, he sweeps the lit axe over the room, stopping to examine a shadowed corner full of stacked garbage.
Isirah homes in on the same spot and ignites her flashlight to reveal a face—a filthy shoulder—and a gun barrel half-buried and hidden among the refuse.
"Good pig." The young girl has him at gunpoint, flatfooted. Saladin's brow furrows as he eyes his opponent: no older than fourteen, a wilder-child girl wrapped in furs and smears of dirt.
"I will put a hole in you." Her unsteady voice grapples with seldom spoken syllables. "No lie!" The scrawny girl's dim eyes and matted hair are silvered with persistent trauma.
Saladin steps forward, his massive frame overshadowing the wilder-child girl. "You're not going to kill me, girl."
"I'll take your demon when you're dead." The girl hesitates for a moment before yelling, "I know it gives magic. Then Jaxxen will be afraid too!" Experience had clearly deafened her to empathy; morality was a luxury for a civilized age she'd never known.
Isirah bursts out laughing behind Saladin. "Try."
The girl swings the rifle to Isirah and fires. Saladin drops Elmi—to clattering squeals—and stops the bullet in the air with his hand before it contacts his Ghost. He picks the round from the interior backplate of his gauntlet, blood running from the fresh hole in his palm. "Whoever you stole these from is underpacking their grains."
She hisses at him and hastily tries to slip another dirty round into the chamber. Saladin rushes the girl. He slaps the rifle from her hands and lifts her aloft by her scruff.
Isirah homes in on the same spot and ignites her flashlight to reveal a face—a filthy shoulder—and a gun barrel half-buried and hidden among the refuse.
"Good pig." The young girl has him at gunpoint, flatfooted. Saladin's brow furrows as he eyes his opponent: no older than fourteen, a wilder-child girl wrapped in furs and smears of dirt.
"I will put a hole in you." Her unsteady voice grapples with seldom spoken syllables. "No lie!" The scrawny girl's dim eyes and matted hair are silvered with persistent trauma.
Saladin steps forward, his massive frame overshadowing the wilder-child girl. "You're not going to kill me, girl."
"I'll take your demon when you're dead." The girl hesitates for a moment before yelling, "I know it gives magic. Then Jaxxen will be afraid too!" Experience had clearly deafened her to empathy; morality was a luxury for a civilized age she'd never known.
Isirah bursts out laughing behind Saladin. "Try."
The girl swings the rifle to Isirah and fires. Saladin drops Elmi—to clattering squeals—and stops the bullet in the air with his hand before it contacts his Ghost. He picks the round from the interior backplate of his gauntlet, blood running from the fresh hole in his palm. "Whoever you stole these from is underpacking their grains."
She hisses at him and hastily tries to slip another dirty round into the chamber. Saladin rushes the girl. He slaps the rifle from her hands and lifts her aloft by her scruff.
The gun
The gun used by the attacker, is a rifle that can only fit a single round in the chamber. This takes place earlier during the City Age and as such several hundred years into the future. But it's also post-apocalyptic, with a lot of of things from older times remaining, such as modern cars. The location is likely Russia, as that's the area in which Saladin was primarily active.
So does it seem safe to say the rifle is a Mosin-Nagant? And would this fall under light-ball ammunition, since the grains are underpacked?
Sizes and Distances
Saladin is roughly 1.8 meters tall, going by these images. The text describes him as stepping closer and overshadowing the girl who has him at gunpoint. So does a two meter distance between the end of the gun barrel and Saladin seem like a reasonable assumption?
Lastly, where would you go from here? Is any information still missing? Are there formulas that can be used in this situation?
Thanks for your time.
