Machine gun. An unfamiliar term, a concept he could not attach to anything solid in his mind. Flamethrower was similar, but at least with that one he could take the two component words and build a general image of what the man was talking about. I suppose you could say that one is present.

He didn't bother to ask whether the presence of poison was confirmed; whether or not it was, he would treat the spiders as though it was. "The needles," he asked instead. "Are they fixed? Or did you happen to notice an ability to launch them?" Good things, important things to know. He could take care of himself against these threats, he was confident, but forewarned was forearmed, and even a powerful ninja was wise to prepare himself ahead of time.