[Accelerator's face twists into a frown at the question (for good reason), though after a moment he does take a step backwards, focusing entirely on the new guy and the gun he's getting out. The guy, looking between them briefly, grabs onto that opportunity for dear life, scrambling to his feet and clutching his arm to his chest as he races out of the alleyway.
... What a dumb question to ask. He hates that he knows the answer to this. It's a little embarrasing.]
I'd be fine.
[If they were talking about something bigger than a handgun, like a shotgun, the answer would unequivocally be no, he most certainly cannot handle that much recoil. He learned that back home when he used one against the Hound Dog unit in the recycling facility. The recoil from a handgun is still a concern, especially when he isn't planning on using his dominant hand, but it isn't going to knock him over like that did.]
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... What a dumb question to ask. He hates that he knows the answer to this. It's a little embarrasing.]
I'd be fine.
[If they were talking about something bigger than a handgun, like a shotgun, the answer would unequivocally be no, he most certainly cannot handle that much recoil. He learned that back home when he used one against the Hound Dog unit in the recycling facility. The recoil from a handgun is still a concern, especially when he isn't planning on using his dominant hand, but it isn't going to knock him over like that did.]