He got his deer on opening day, and the gun didn't look as if it had been used since then.

From where I sat the big gun looked like a howitzer.

There weren't many of them, but their guns looked more lethal than anything he'd ever seen before.

This gun may look tiny, even cute, but its range and power are nothing to laugh at.

At a little over three feet in length, the powerful gun looked intimidating.

I didn't have time to see what her gun looked like.

The guns looked, weighed, and felt like the real thing.

His hand was so large that the gun in it looked like a toy.

The gun looked exactly the same, but it was different now, no longer an instrument of destruction.

The gun alone looks efficient and whole, its metal form a dull, dark green.