Max walked around with his blunderbuss hanging over his shoulder, his front right leg keeping it in place. He'd already figured out a few interesting things about the weapon: It was loud, very loud, but this could actually be quite helpful when it came to luring monsters about. The muzzle could be loaded with just about anything, but anything fired out of it was granted all the benefits and drawbacks of a regular crystal weapon. This meant he could shove a rock in the barrel and it'd fire out as a shiny, long range but slower moving projectile. He imagined this would be helpful. He also found it never actually needed reloading. It's main projectiles just defaulted to regular scattershot, which was replaced with whatever he put in it. Since all he had to do was pull back the hammer, he'd quickly made a wrist attachment allowing him to pull all the hammers back at once. Lovely.
He had no idea how playing war games helped with the effort against the monsters, but New Equestria seemed to be based entirely on a stupid concept of marching back and taking what they owned before using a tiny militia when they barely had enough farmers or people to defend the walls. He'd make sure not to bow if he talked to a princess, since the dumb tactical decisions seemed to be based on morality tactics formed by them.
He followed behind Silver, watching the stallion attempt to communicate with one of the people who was late to training. He then thought to say something without being asked, for the first time in about 3 days.
"This isn't going to work. All of us have completely different weapons. If we encounter the one guy who got a crystal Vickers Machine Gun, we're all completely fucked" His voice was fairly flat and he sounded tired. Not physically, mind you, just tired with people and New Equestria in general.
((Hey seras, lets assume he got some basic sword training in those weeks, k?))



