Almost As Bad As Bows

<br>"Ealstan slumps against a stone wall, barely staying on his feet. His jaw is clenched in a determined expression. He cradles a rectangular-shaped firearm and a severed human arm. The severed arm is dull and gray and has its index finger wrapped around the firearm's trigger. The barrel of the firearm is smoking, and the wood-and-stone city behind Ealstan burns." <br>(Alt-text description from the epub source)