Almost absently, he nods assent. He'll take the pistol. In the meantime, he hefts the Launcher up to his shoulder, lining up the sights with the targets.

The first kick of the bigger gun is bigger than he expects. Heine makes an annoyed sound as his feet slide back an inch. Even with the thermal clips, it feels warm in his hands, and Heine runs his palms over it thoughtlessly as he waits for it to recharge, watching the disc explode in the target.

He'll need another try before he cements his opinion, though, and as another target rolls into view he takes the shot. A moment after the disc hits, Heine lowers the rifle and rolls his shoulders.

"Not something I'd use," he says after a pause. The combination of razor blades and explosives seems a bit... much.