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A m16a2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6wrrjTIgZs&ab_channel=Adrianwalsh

A druid wouldn't touch that.

Now, the wooden stock and foregrip of the M1 Garand, now we're talking.

“A Glock! You can’t go wrong with a Glock.” The Druid said, showing off the piece with pride while aiming it in the air. The gathered council raised a brow with the elf and the dwarf stepping back. “And… what does it do?”

“It’s like a self-firing bow: your accuracy determines if you hit or miss. But,” he ticked a button, releasing the mag, holding it. “It needs ammunition. I’ve got twelve crates of mags or ‘clips’ of ammunition, but I could only get the one gun. I’ve got the specs, so you can forge it, but you’re going to need magnesium or some kind of blasting powder the orcs use.” The Druid explain. The elf purses his lips as the wizard facepalmed.

“Gary, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“What the fuck are you thinking? That technology won’t be made for thousands of years and you think it funny to bring back a Glock from the future?!” The wizard roared. “Next time, get a nuke and blow us all to the afterlife, why don’t you?!”

"But I explode if I touch metal!" ^(/j)

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The weapon portrayed on his back was like none to my knowledge. It was long, a sleek black, with several buttons, and a long barrel. I could recognize my own weapons, my cherished tools of an apparently almost forgotten time. But really, I was more intrigued than mad. I stood there staring at it, and the Druid said

“Would you like your old weapons back, or something?”

“No, mighty Druid, a weapon who’s owner is lost to time needs company, and I’m glad you’ve upheld the mantle in my stead, but could you perchance tell me what that other ghastly weapon of the New World you hold is?”

“Oh, this thing?” He says, taking off the holster from his back and extending it.

“This, my knightly friend, is a weapon from the future. It’s a highly capable weapon, but requires a fair amount of maintenance. Are you aware of a gun?”

“Yes, I am well kempt in the art of the Flintlock. But you can’t tell me this sleek mechanism happens to be a measly Flintlock?”

“No, my friend, it happens not to be. It is a whole different class of gun. In the 21st Century, guns have expanded in range of weapon and tactile usage than just a flintlock of a cannon. This, is a military grade weapon known as an M4 Carbine, a multi-range Assault Rifle, not allowed to be owned by the public.”

“I.. kindly, am confused. “Assault Rifle.” What does this mean?”

“Do you see this little cartridge?” He point to a black and Grey container.

“This, holds the necessary ammunition for the weapon. This amount of ammunition can be fired at rapid speeds, speeds that make this weapon perfect for modern military Warcraft. Obviously, there are other weapons, more adept for stealth or power, or also explosives, but this weapon is mine, and I will keep it to the end.”

Now, I was even more perplexed. How many, and how much ammunition? What damage could it do?

“Druid, I have another query. May you demonstrate the power of the 21st Century, and shoot it at that Deer, not far off in the distance?”

“Sure, but buddy, you will need to stand a pretty far distance back. Being to close can make your ears go deaf over a time of exposure.”

That terrified me. What kind of weapon makes you dead over time, and what power does such a weapon hold?

I stood behind a hill, and he fired. Rapid beat hit the air like war drums, and split the sky. Within a second, it was over. I peeked over the ridge, and the deer was not just dead. It was absolutely desecrated. It’s body was a mangled mess of blood and bone. No human weapon of this time could do such a thing. What were modern time like, where such a weapon was needed?

“It’s over, now. This weapon isn’t exactly for hunting, as you can tell.”

“Noted.” What else was I to say? The weapon terrified me to my core. It fired so much ammunition in such little allowance of time.

“It’s not exactly your Forte, I can tell. Also, why do you call my Druid?”

“The clothes you wear, they are looking of grass, and you have horns on your head.”

“This is modern military camouflage, known as a Ghillie Suit.”

“Strange. Very Strange.”

“Yeah, I know. The M4 is more of an American Weapon, but despite it, it’s a good weapon.”

“American? What is that?”

“You know, the people who live across the world? Oh, wait. What year is it?”

“1490.” I replied.

“And, perchance, do you know who Christopher Columbus is?”

“No, why, is he important?”

“Oh, shit.”