Forge, right-hand man of Albion's beloved queen, walked into the throne room, one day, to discover said redhead and, surprisingly, Albion's highest-respected-industrial-figure standing face-to-face, guns pointed at one another.
"I'll probably regret asking, but what do you think you're doing?" asked Forge.
"Blade challenged my superior intelligence and skill," said Reaver.
"I did not!" said Blade. "I was simply observing that for the Hero of Skill, you sit on your lazy ass all day!"
Reaver pulled back the hammer of his pistol, prepared to blow Blade's skull open.
"I dare you," said Blade, with a smirk.
"I just cleaned the floor," said Forge, unmoved by the thought of the queen's death. He wasn't entirely convinced that Reaver would pull the trigger, anyway.
"I. Never. Miss. My. Target," said Reaver.
"I'm. Calling. Bull. Shit," Blade retorted.
"Oh, really?" said Reaver. He fired-
-and nearly grazed the side of Blade's head.
"You missed. How could you miss? I'm three feet in front of you!" cried Blade.
"I wasn't aiming for you!" replied Reaver.
"Why a battle of accuracy?" asked Forge. "Blade, you can't shoot a gun."
"Good point," said Blade. With a quick rotation of her wrist, Blade turned the gun so it faced towards herself.
"You're kidding, right?" asked Reaver, adding under his breath, "Blade, you're a whole new level of stupid."
"Ah," she said, "but who's stupider the person trying to kill herself, or the person trying to kill the person trying to kill herself?"
Both Forge and Reaver stared at Blade, astounded.
A.N.:
CodeMent Episode 7: "So you're going to shoot me, huh? Well, the only person who shoots me is me! Good luck trying to shoot me, when I'm already dead!" {The rest of this quote is italicized in the text above. The source is purpleeyeswtf; in other words, I do not own this quote.}