He threw the useless gun at the old one bounding up the hill.

He threw the useless gun aside and drew his sword.

This made the guns very wet and practically useless in less than moderate seas.

He shook his head and returned the useless gun to the sailor.

He took the useless gun from the man's disabled hand and put it back in the shoulder holster.

Before he could point the useless gun, solid blackness engulfed him.

I pull the trigger a few more times, then throw the useless gun away.

But even yet, those worn and useless guns could not reach the enemy.

How could he know the man was carrying a useless gun?

He dropped his useless gun, and in the next moment Khuv was on him.