Kai, a few days before the Battle
"Okay Cameron, let's do it again." I tell my friend.
"Alright..." She says.
"I come at you with a punch to the face, what do you do?" I ask, slowly throwing my fist at her.
"Hands up, shoulders square...dodge?" She replies as she goes through the motions in a kickboxing stance.
"Parry." I courteously correct her.
"Oh." She says.
"Which hand do you use? Outer arm or inner arm?" I say as I advance my fist at her.
"Inner arm." She uses the arm closer to her to redirect the slow-motion blow.
"Why?"
"Because...using your outer arm leaves you open?" She asks, unsure.
"Correct." I say, her relief is subtle, but noticeable.
"Now, let's do another. This time, don't hesitate." I say as I move away from her and take a position as if I were a would-be attacker as I begin to charge at her. "If you feel like you need to neutralize someone coming at you with obvious malicious intent, what do you do?"
Following my directions, surprisingly after doing a quick breathing exercise, now donning a look of focus, she flicks out her arm. From her long sleeve shirt, comes a special weapon I designed for her.
There hasn't been a single day I haven't been at my workbench.
Ever since I got my first paycheck and bought the materials from the hardware store, in addition to pawning some precious metals I had on hand to pick up some other miscellaneous weapons before we both came here, I've been hard at work.
A special 'sleeve-gun' based on my hidden blade mechanism that I've engineered specifically for Cameron, as she'll need it with the monsters, of which I've been researching, that roam around.
There are many sources of power, and the application of proper knowledge is one of them.
SPRING-CLICK!!
A Smith and Wesson Bodyguard, a hammerless revolver chambered in .357 magnum that is popular with everyday carry, currently loaded with dummy rounds for us to practice self-defense drills.
Though there's not been a designated place for us to use live rounds, even though she'll need to use them if she's in a life or death situation.
The gun is holstered on a rail that's strapped to her arm, concealed using her sleeve and now gives her room to use it when she slides it down.
She used to roll up her sleeves, but now she lets them down all the way to accommodate the new weapon.
She points it at me, pulling the trigger as fast as humanly possible.
"Quickdraw." She says, eyes piercing into me.
"Good." I say in response as I stop. "What if you're out?"
She quickly reaches into her pocket, pulling out a speed loader also filled with dummy rounds. Opening the cylinder, she punches out the 'spent casings' using the ejector rod and inserts the new 'rounds' into it, twisting the knob and letting them fly in. Soon she closes the cylinder, ready to 'go' again.
"Perfect." I say. "You've been practicing."
"I've gotta find some way to spend my time." She says. "How much longer until you can get that club of yours up and running?"
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Into the Medranoverse
Fiksi PenggemarDon't hesitate. Hesitate, and you're dead. Don't even give yourself time to think. Just do it. You have your instincts for a reason, use them. Follow these words wisely. The lesson that this universe, consisting of 3 stories, conceived by an ambitio...
