A gunshot rang out on the side of the mountain, the sound traveling down being echoed by the rocks.
Another shot rang out, only a few minutes later. This shot was different however, as the crack of the gunfire was followed by the chipping of a rock.
The third shot rang out, this one finally hitting it's mark. The rock shattered, breaking into many pieces before tumbling down the mountain, chasing the sound that had just come from it moments before.
"Can't believe it took me that many shots..." Seamus said, lowering his firearm. The hand held pistol was a small weapon. Very easy to carry around without being noticed. But he only acquired it recently on his travels, so the practice he had with it was minimal. Like the sword, he hoped that it wouldn't take long for him to have a sharp eye for firearms.