Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

He pointed at the service pistol in the box. “This is a 9mm micro pistol with a 14-round magazine, not really a standard police issue sidearm.” She picked it up, cranked it, and checked if it was loaded or not. I just watched with awe as she loaded the magazine, but kept the safety on and tested the accuracy. “But this will do.” Zeph and I shared a look of disbelief. “I’m not gonna ask you how did you learn to use that thing.” Zeph swallowed hard. “Let me know if you need anything,” Dane said.

Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith & Wesson made it adaptable to various shooting techniques and conditions.

Holding back vomit, I wiped away Nathan's marks on me and focused my gaze on the weapons. The Glock kickbacks, gunpowder mixed with metallic notes of silver perfume the air as I marvel the target practice sheet, my aim was precise with all bullets piercing the centre perfectly. My shoulder was stiff, but my body relaxed from the tension knotting my muscles. I’ve been developing the pistol to fire a combination of two elements instead of one, so far it has been successfully in silver and gunpowder but that was simply the first step. Considering how horrible this day has been, my only solace is found behind a gun.

I scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”

EARLIER. RAPHAEL BATISTA POV. SHOOTING RANGE. The semi-automatic pistol I held should have taken my mind off of Scarlet, but even as I loaded the magazine into the magazine well, pulled back the slide, and took aim at the target in front of me, she was all that consumed my thoughts, so I wasn't surprised when I missed the target completely.

"Well, I got stuck with that gun. Another customer ordered it, had it worked on and then skipped town. That is a unique rifle for sure. It's a reproduction of the old Winchester Model 1892 lever action. It's chambered in .454 Casull Magnum. That's where I think you might have a problem with it, though. Because it is so light and the cartridge it shoots, well to put it mildly, most men piss their pants when they shoot that thing." Elena laughed and smiled. "I'll make you a deal. If I can handle the recoil, I'll buy it. How's that?" He cocked an eyebrow and looked her up and down and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, miss. I have an indoor range attached to the back of the building. Come around a

she said then took the bloodied bat lying next to her feet. "Huh!" Revy scoffed. "Don't tell me you're thinking you are the one controlling this situation?" Revy asked with a hint of smile in the corner of his lips. "What do you mean?" she asked wondering what this man's playing at. "Let me ask you, what's faster.." Revy took out a black thing resembling some sort of remote, "...your bat or my bomb detonator?"

Fredy squinted, trying to carefully assess the heavily made-up middle-aged woman in front of him. He shrugged and picked up Magie's bag from the dressing table, then poured out its contents. Several lipsticks, two bottles of perfume, a wallet, a cell phone, a coin slot, some business cards, another small bag, and a small pistol lay scattered on the table. Fredy picked up the small pistol and examined it. It was a Glock 19 semi-automatic pistol, well-maintained and fully loaded. "Are you planning on shooting anyone lately?" Fredy asked, grinning at Magie. He shook the pistol in his hand as if it were a child's toy.

She raised a bow "Guns." That was more like a question than an answer. I glance at Ettina and shrugged my shoulders. She stopped walking. I notice we are heading back to the tavern where I had my breakfast with the Rahi this morning. The sun is slowly losing it's reign over the horizon, and the moon began to reveal its splendor over the darkness of sky. "Guns?" She asked. "The new weapon from the King Revula's armory." I informed her. "I've never held one, but I heard it was sort of something similar to a crossbow, but a more dangerous with high velocity and longer range fro shooting. One hit may be enough to kill."

Fighting skills and most importantly, how to use the famous Viper Crest Revolver Pistol, it was one of a kind, but I think I prefer the pump actions and gadgets that the Persian Hill used more. "Nope... It's empty, I've searched the entire server, nothing came up, are you sure that's the right spelling?." Silver's voice called me out from my reverie. Johnny groaned and raked a hand through his hair. "You sure everything's okay?." Silver asked carefully. "Try searching for it under Earl's files, anything at all that relates to it..." He added sharply. "OK..." Silver muttered suspiciously but did as Johnny commanded. What's up with him anyways? I thought to myself surveying the situation criti