Irahl's face is hidden behind his mask and visor, but there's a quiet huff that seems pretty amused. Half of it is because of the irony that he finds in imagining blowing up something called an 'obliterator,' and the other half is over how much he needs to crane his neck to see the mangled piece of scrap embedded in the ceiling.
It's dark up there. It's a bad angle.
He loves it. He only regrets that Vincent won't be able to really appreciate what he's about to attempt to do.
That working silence settles in around him again, so the tiny electronic keen that follows him pressing a button on his visor is very audible. As is the actions of disengaging the stands on the rifle and attaching its sling instead. But, instead of him hefting the weapon up to hang on his back as he normally would at this stage, he braces himself up solidly on one knee and slowly levers the massive rifle up as if it's meant to be used as an-arm weapon.
This is where the 'one-of-a-kind' and 'retrofitted' labels of his rifle come in, because it has been tailored to include shouldering as an option, and it's the only Enclave like it, because the largest rifles normally considered suitable for shoulder firing are about one third the size of this monster.
A loop in the sling connected to the rifle is fitted around his upper arm, creating a solid triangle of strength between his shoulder, his elbow, and the rifle, keeping it braced as he carefully hoists this absolutely improbable weapon against his shoulder. It looks heavy. Six and a half feet of rifle is gradually raised as Irahl focuses on what he's doing, concentrating on keeping everything balanced and steady until he's finally aiming high enough to bring his target into his sights. And then he has to hold all of that balanced weight perfectly still long enough to hone his aim.
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It's dark up there. It's a bad angle.
He loves it. He only regrets that Vincent won't be able to really appreciate what he's about to attempt to do.
That working silence settles in around him again, so the tiny electronic keen that follows him pressing a button on his visor is very audible. As is the actions of disengaging the stands on the rifle and attaching its sling instead. But, instead of him hefting the weapon up to hang on his back as he normally would at this stage, he braces himself up solidly on one knee and slowly levers the massive rifle up as if it's meant to be used as an-arm weapon.
This is where the 'one-of-a-kind' and 'retrofitted' labels of his rifle come in, because it has been tailored to include shouldering as an option, and it's the only Enclave like it, because the largest rifles normally considered suitable for shoulder firing are about one third the size of this monster.
A loop in the sling connected to the rifle is fitted around his upper arm, creating a solid triangle of strength between his shoulder, his elbow, and the rifle, keeping it braced as he carefully hoists this absolutely improbable weapon against his shoulder. It looks heavy. Six and a half feet of rifle is gradually raised as Irahl focuses on what he's doing, concentrating on keeping everything balanced and steady until he's finally aiming high enough to bring his target into his sights. And then he has to hold all of that balanced weight perfectly still long enough to hone his aim.