Whelps Have No Physics.
I hate whelps.
Scrawny little wanna-be dragonites.
No visible means of support.
I can't see how those wings hold them up.
I mean, really.
Nothing better to do than hang around casters.
Messing with an honest day's pocket-dipping.
Belch a fireball, no kick.
Everything has a kick.
Guns:
Pull the trigger,
Gun goes off,
Bullet comes out,
There's a kick.
Crossbows:
Thumb the release,
Bolt flies out,
There's a kick.
Whelps?
Nothing.
Belch.
Flameball.
Reptilian flutterby keeps on flying into your face.
Kick should have snapped its neck.
.....
Sorry.
Got lost there in the snapped neck thing.
Author's note: Deldodin is a gnome, a rogue living in the realm of SteamWheedle Cartel.
I've decided to post his more coherent writings.
When I find one.