Even if there's very little else truly endearing about them, Irahl may be pleased to learn that Nikaro's put far more care and detail into this apparently-last-minute paintball gun than most people put into anything. It isn't as powerful as a real rifle--it can't be without risking genuine injury to those on the receiving end--but it fires accurately and is delightfully smooth to operate. Two bullets feels like nothing.

Well, not to Jandru. Two paint capsules suddenly wallop them in the ribs and they collapse back against the water tower wall, clutching their chest like they've actually been shot. And then after a winded groan, they start shaking their head. Deeply disappointed in themselves.