Berengar gazed down at the tangent sights of the rifle in his hands. He quickly pulled the bolt back before slamming it home. If there were a round chambered in this weapon, it indeed would have been ejected with this motion.
However, it was empty, and thus nothing had occurred. The bolt moved rearward, and then back into the forward position as if he had greased it with butter. When Berengar saw this, a wide smile appeared on his face.
After gazing upon the pristine bluing on the steel parts of the rifle, which were matched with a fine walnut stock, Berengar realized that he may have gone too far with the quality of these weapons. Regardless, he was pleased with the result of his designs that had finally made their way into the front lines of Iberia.
