Toreth followed the civilian's gaze, fairly conscious of what the other man was looking at. Adrenaline from being shot at meant he was already half-buzzing, restless with the need to do something, and the feeling coupled with his sleep deprivation and coffee crystals meant he was feeling utterly reckless beneath his cool exterior. Hearing snatches of Warrick's murmured words didn't help his attitude, either, the words thrilling him a little.
He hefted his weapon, tilting it slightly so that Warrick could get a better look at it. Toreth kept his gaze on him as he spoke, voice smooth and practiced.
"It's an SA80 A2 ACOG. Gas-operated assault-rifle, with an overall length of 785mm and a barrel length of 518mm. Five kilos when all kitted out, about four kilos when it isn't. Has a muzzle velocity of 940m/s and it's effective up to 400m, though you can do fairly well with it from up to 600m if you use the right gear and know what you're doing. Fires 610 to 775 rounds per minute." He paused, letting the words sink in for a moment before continuing. "It's very fucking dangerous. Want to hold it?"
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He hefted his weapon, tilting it slightly so that Warrick could get a better look at it. Toreth kept his gaze on him as he spoke, voice smooth and practiced.
"It's an SA80 A2 ACOG. Gas-operated assault-rifle, with an overall length of 785mm and a barrel length of 518mm. Five kilos when all kitted out, about four kilos when it isn't. Has a muzzle velocity of 940m/s and it's effective up to 400m, though you can do fairly well with it from up to 600m if you use the right gear and know what you're doing. Fires 610 to 775 rounds per minute." He paused, letting the words sink in for a moment before continuing. "It's very fucking dangerous. Want to hold it?"