Boltgun

‘Bolters,’ Lucius ordered with a sneer. He hated the command as he drew his own bolt pistol, the clawed fingertips of his gauntlet clacking against its ivory-and-silver grip. The few remaining artificers and weaponsmiths aboard the Diadem had modified the warband’s firearms into spectacular implements of war. They were enhanced to be louder, more powerful, and to provide drastically increased recoil to the shooter, but even so, to Lucius there was barely any satisfaction to be had in the act of killing from afar. Such tactics were the actions of cowards and rubes who lacked the elegance for bladecraft, and Lucius growled softly as he resolved himself to the fact that until he entered blade range his stimuli would be limited to the percussive kick of the ancient weapon as it bucked in his fist.

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Lucius: The Faultless Blade, I.IV