@rainfect:
Sword on thigh, gun on back.
Close enough, Yagen decides, and engages combat conversation.
‘Sorry, do you have a moment?’
‘I’m checking for something I’m not sure exists.’
‘Have you ever heard of a gunblade?’
Around them, rows of firearms line the shelves of the upscale weapons store in Pearl Street. He’d ask them if they knew, but guns can’t talk.
(The ones without human bodies, at least.)










