"Clear the field, lads! We're gunnin' for the green and gold!"
Previously seen here.
Joey's occupation as a gunsmith is not limited to smaller arms, no sir. When the chips are down, the stakes are high, and the figures of speech are so thick you can cut them with a knife, the esteemed sharpshooter trades in the pistols for something with more of a punch. The Grand Arquebus (essentially a cannon slung under the arm) packs a lot of power - enough to send Joey's slight frame skidding backward several feet with each shot - and it's only the first level of power surge. Each subsequent level creates or calls in greater amounts of firepower to subdue the party's enemies ... never let it be said that Joey isn't a big shot!