"That's right!" Balen said, his face full of pride. "This here's my masterpiece. Made from the best refined iron, packed with a full powder charge, and loaded with heavy iron shot!"
"I ain't just braggin', but one shot from this thing, heheh~ back home, we could turn one of them thick-skinned winter bears into a sieve with it."
"Uh..."
Lynch blinked. He glanced at Balen, who only came up to his chest but was two or three times as wide. He then looked at the dwarf's muscles, which were as solid as lumps of iron, and tried to imagine the flimsy build of an ordinary human militiaman...
'Alright then~'
'No wonder dwarven firearms aren't more common.'
Not only were these dwarves short with a low center of gravity, but every one of them was born with monstrous strength. Their bodies were less like people and more like stone pillars that had grown sideways.
