[ As far as Archers go, Billy wasn’t exactly the servant you’d want to see being summoned—even the class of Archer was a bit stuffy for someone like him. He had heard whisperings that if he was to be summoned as any class then it should have been as an extra class, Gunner. Yet, here he stood as an archer faced with a moral dilemma that he rarely ever felt bad about experiencing. Actually, he didn’t feeling too bad honestly. He was a servant whose noble phantasm was more the embodiment of his talents as a marksman than any particular weapon.
Something that would have sounded impressive except that it came as a detriment than an advantage. Either way, none of that stuff really mattered since he was standing here with a “toy” gun (rifle) in his hands filled with small colored balls—paintballs—and was told to “gun down” the opposing side. It… That hardly seemed fair. Billy didn’t really care about what was fair or not but— ]
Are you sure? [ The instruction that he was given sort of felt like asking him to hit a stationary target with a pellet gun, honestly. ] Maybe it would be better if I had some sort of handicap?
[ …was arrogance a trait common across all archers? Maybe. ]
STICKS LEG OUT
Something that would have sounded impressive except that it came as a detriment than an advantage. Either way, none of that stuff really mattered since he was standing here with a “toy” gun (rifle) in his hands filled with small colored balls—paintballs—and was told to “gun down” the opposing side. It… That hardly seemed fair. Billy didn’t really care about what was fair or not but— ]
Are you sure? [ The instruction that he was given sort of felt like asking him to hit a stationary target with a pellet gun, honestly. ] Maybe it would be better if I had some sort of handicap?
[ …was arrogance a trait common across all archers? Maybe. ]