"There are those who consider the two synonymous," Holmes shrugs. "Amazing isn't it?," he murmurs, "how much enemies can be alike?" He tilts his head. "You mentioned cunning people," he explains.
"It was their teeth that gave them away in the end," Holmes elaborates.
Holmes sets down his gun (checking that the safety is on) and takes the other. He hefts it to get it's balance then aims and fires at the X, hitting it very near dead center. "Not much of a recoil," he tells Severus, "but I expect it and automatically compensate. I don't know if you could tell I was aiming low?"
Sounds good to me! Er, yes. Sorry about that chief. Or the fairies. Bless you. I have a ball I'm supposed to squeeze, but I feel like an idiot and I can't turn pages while I hold it. They're supposed to be used for bear and the joke (?!?) is that you give the gun to the bear and when he (the bear) shoots, the recoil makes the gun hit him in the head, knocking him out. This gun has a barrel that will comfortably hold a thumb.