WAOA Arena

[Gearhead mk2]

Turns out good swordsmanship was no match for a bullet. Lucina fell as Kirstin's shot found its mark.

 

[Demonjazz]

Apollo was looking at one of the TVs in the locker room quite over joyed. He found the most comfortable place to watch it from in the locker room, and said "This is my kind of place! Death matches, and violent sports of blood between dangerous individuals. The only thing I need now is a nice beer, and a cigar. I must have died and gone to heaven!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kirstin stared at Lucina's corpse for a few seconds, before dropping her gun and retching. The arena reset around her, as Kirstin was declared the victor. Scowling, the Scot picked her gun up and headed into the locker room. She kept the weapon raised, and chambered a new round, as she entered.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina respawned in a tube in the locker room, falling out of it and clutching her chest as Kirstin entered, gasping in pain.

 

[Demonjazz]

Apollo had looked over towards Lucina. "Don't worry. You get used to getting shot after a while."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"What kind of weapon was that?" Lucina asked Apollo.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kirstin stared at Lucina reappearing, then blinked a few times. [color=cc3300]"What the hell is going on?"[/color] she asked, lowering her rifle. [color=cc3300]"It's some Old World rifle. Dunno what kind."[/color] Kirstin replied, looking at Lucina. Anyone with knowledge of 20th century firearms may recognise it as a Lee-Enfield rifle.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina, hearing Kirstin, turned and raised her blade, but to cover herself rather than threaten Kirstin. "I do not know, but the battle is over. Drop your... whatever that is." Her confidence trailed off a bit at the end there.

 

[Demonjazz]

"It's called a gun. Here have one, Colt 45, Semi-automatic." He said, nonchalantly tossing the pistol towards her. He turned his attention towards Kirstin who walked in "Well I obviously died, and went to heaven. I don't know what the rest of you are doing here though."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina flinched as Apollo tossed the pistol towards her, stepping back from where the gun clattered to the floor.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Oh, don't be such a wimp! I handle so many guns each day that I'm considered a weapon of Mass Destruction."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I'm being cautious." Lucina replied.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Well if you were really cautious than you wouldn't have let it drop to the floor. It theoretically could have gone off. Although that almost never happens."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I've never even seen these weapons before." Lucina said, sheathing her blade. "I didn't know that." Her knightly confidence had given way to dorky embarrassment.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Well seeing is believing. Pick up the gun, point it away from all of us humans, and pull the trigger. Try to use two hands. They have a bit of kick-back.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina looked at Apollo like he had two heads, then reluctantly bent over and picked up the gun, holding it by the barrel and pointing the grip at Apollo.

 

[Demonjazz]

Apollo looked at Lucina as if she was an idiot, before walking over to her, and correcting her.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina decided not to comment on this, and pointed the gun at the floor. She slowly squeezed the trigger, jumping a little when the gun went off.

 

[Demonjazz]

"And that's how guns work. Lesson dismissed." He said going back to sitting down.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kristin slung her rifle over her shoulder, watching Lucina cautiously. When the gun went off, Kristin clamped her hands over her ears and backpedaled. [color=cc3300]"JESUS! Be careful!"[/color] she exclaimed.