Roland était à court de mots alors qu'il entendait la chasseuse inconnue crier que quelqu'un devrait tirer sur le grand Jaggi au visage! Est-ce qu'elle sait comment fonctionne une fusillade? Pour le simplifier, un catalyseur fait sortir l'oxygène de l'air et le rassemble à l'intérieur des chambres qui sont fabriquées dans l'arme. Le nombre de chambres est le nombre de coups de feu. Lorsqu'on tire sur la détente, l'oxygène à l'intérieur de la chambre se libère et s'enflamme par une étincelle, le gaz s'élargit avec force, entraînant une explosion. Et quand toutes les chambres sont vidées d'un seul coup, c'est ce qui cause l'explosion énorme lors de l'utilisation d'une lance à canon. Donc tout ce qu'il a fait, c'était crier en arrière.
"Les femmes! C'est une fusillade! Pas une arbalète!" De plus, il s'occupait de la petite couvée. Il était trop loin pour atterrir un bon coup, mais les marées de la bataille ont changé, il a vu Remark créer une petite ouverture pour Jacque et lui. Jacque gagnerait l'honneur de tuer le monstre et avec cette arme, ce serait assez facile pour lui de faire le coup final. Ce n'était qu'un court trou créé par Reema, mais assez pour que Roland agisse aussi. Le pistolet Lance s'est ouvert alors que les chambres se rechargent d'air frais alors qu'il sautait derrière le groupe de Jaggi que Reema poussait vers lui.
Un bruit aigu mêlé au bruit de combat alors que le pistolet Lance préparait son ultime attaque. Roland a maintenu sa position et a tenu l'arme avec les deux mains, ses épaules détendues pour prendre le recul.
"DOGDE" il a crié sur le bruit de la lance d'arme, juste une seconde avant qu'il ne parte. Le son et les cris suffisaient à attirer l'attention des Jaggis, qui se tournèrent tous vers Roland, leur mort.
Ce qu'ils ont vu n'était qu'une grosse boule de feu les engloutissant complètement et ceux qui étaient heureusement assez pour être hors de la portée du feu, la chaleur et le choc les renvoyaient encore. Les dégâts n'étaient pas aussi mauvais qu'il semblait, mais c'était le spectacle, le feu, le bruit qui avait un grand effet sur les monstres, si d'autres Jaggi essayaient de venir aider maintenant, même ils penseraient deux fois.
Roland s'est glissé sur le sol alors qu'il tentait de prendre le recul, il a réussi à contrôler l'arme et a exhalé en s'arrêtant. Les entrailles de l'artillerie étaient largement ouvertes et brillaient dans un rouge éclatant alors que le métal essayait de se refroidir. Roland ne serait pas en mesure de se battre efficacement pendant cette période, mais il espérait que cela en valait la peine, même toi maintenant il a risqué son arme pour casser, il s'est retourné pour affronter le grand Jaggi.
Derrière Roland, il n'y avait que du sol brûlé et du Jaggi croustillant!
Name: Roland Gaija Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance:      Roland is around 1,80m tall, has board shoulders and a muscular build. His taint is brownish from the daily work in the open fields and his hands scarred from them. Another long scar goes from his right ear down to his chin, it is rather fresh and not fully healed yet. His biggest trait are his green eyes, they are like emeralds, shiny yet cold! Personality: Roland seems always cheerful and often a tad too hot blooded when going out on the hunt but those who spent some time with him tend to feel a cold lingering darkness inside him. It is just that something seems off, that his cherish behaviour is a contrast with his cold eyes or his sudden break of eye contact when things finally seem to ease up. This isn't the act of a shy man and this is what makes it uncomfortable! Armour: Roland is wearing a medium armour right now but aims for a different one, he wears his defensive one sided to not restrict his movement with his weapons of choice, the gunlance! While sacrificing his defense with his weapons hand, the other side is built rather sturdy, meant to even take direct hits from wyvern but that is only his plan of future use! Right now he is wearing a Jaggi Blade master armour while his gauntlets are gunner ones, to offer the one sided protection he needs. Weapon: Roland's weapon of choice is the gunlance, right now he is using the  Attack:230 Special: Sleep 100 Shelling Type:Long Lv1 Affinity:5% Sharpness:Green / Green   Backstory: Roland was the son of two farmers down in the grasland, they breeded Aptonoth as a living and well even thou that isn't lucrative you can make a living outta it! Meat and Hide were always useful and Aptonoth were also useful cattle. Back in the days when Roland's was barely 13 his father already took him out hunting, nothing more than a buffalo or a wild Aptonoth, sometimes catching ones and adding them to their own. When facing Jaggi or Velocipreys, his father used dung bombs or flash bangs to distract them and usually they ran. His father wasn't a professional hunter after all,, he did it not for the zeni but for their survival! But one day changed everything! Through fire and flames their farm was burned down and Roland and his mother barely made it out of their farm. They heard roaring, not that of a wyvern but something worse. The roaring of laughter! It wasn't a dragon who attacked them! It were bandits! Humans! Driven from their home due to whatever what! They probably didn't even remember what is was because all they saw was meat and an easy opportunity to gain it. Roland's father stood back and fought but we easily overwhelmed and Roland's mother got an arrow through her shoulder. They spent days in the wilderness, Velocipreys on their tracks since they smelled the blood. It was then that a hunter and some Feline found them. The hunter was a good man sadly he was mute and he had this weird feline speaking for him and so a strange relationship began! Roland's mother couldn't work anymore, the hunter used as a supervisor for his felines, espacially the ones in his kitchen. While Roland, after three years of finally succumbing his trauma, got trained by the hunter. Even then Roland and his mother barely spoke to others, it was only after 5 years that the friendly mute hunter got also badly wounded and had to retire. He and his mother married while Roland's brought in the money, he had barely money for equipment but is was okey. Both of them died happily in each others arms just recently and so Roland decided to follow in his step-fathers footsteps and to finally make peace with himself and his past but still....the day where he had to flee from the farm carved itself deep into his memory! Other: Able to understand a bit of sign language, feline speech and letters. Hate towards bandits Treats monsters with more respect than humans. Do not ever I'll talk about his family!