[ Hunk goes pale as a sheet- he was so caught up in his frustrations that he didn't hear or see Shiro come back! He looks embarrassed, as if every muscle in his body was screaming to apologize... because they were. But he couldn't, because Shiro was right there and Allura said the Yellow Paladin has to support the others, and-

Shiro's swinging the sword. Talking about it. It must not be as big of a deal as... that arm. It was weaker? ]

I mean, it's still a weird Galra prosthetic, right? How much weaker is it? Can it even get stronger without muscles? [ Hunk takes another swing of the blade, vertically like he was dropping an axe onto firewood. His eyes go wide as gravity takes hold, and he barely stops it from slamming into the dirt. ]

I... I think I'm figuring this thing out! And I could get the gun one, but... [ He looks sheepish again. ] I don't want to split my attention between too many things. [ He picks up the sword and takes one more practice swing, this time upwards diagonally- fighting gravity seemed harder than moving with it. ]