As Lachina shot the revolver towards the ceiling, nothing came from the gun, besides an empty click. Doriano turned his finger in a circle, motioning for Lachina to turn around, where she'd see Faddei behind her, in his chain, his own pistol aimed squarely at her head.
"Excellent choice."
Doriano's voice droned, with a hint of disappointment in his voice, as he held his hand out towards Lachina for the revolver.