It should be noted that I told Siriusfan13 about this gun idea and she then started rambling off a bunch of dialogue so this chap was co-written.
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Guns
"Hey Balthazar" greeted Dave as he descended the metal steps and headed towards the Merlin circle in the center of the lab.
"Dave come here," ordered the master sorcerer from the desk.
As Dave approached he noticed the hand guns, there were five of them lying on the top of the desk. He swallowed nervously. "Umm what's with the guns?"
"They're a common weapon, you should know how to deal with them."
"Okay so how are we going to do this? You going to shot at me?" asked Dave, half joking, half hoping.
"Bullet proof vest is on the dresser, but we won't start with stopping bullets."
Dave glanced at the dresser where Balthazar had pointed there was a thick navy blue Kevlar vest. "I was joking." said Dave.
"I wasn't,"
"This is nuts, Balthazar. What sorcerer is going to shoot at me with a gun?"
Balthazar turned to his apprentice eyebrow raised and a slight smile on his face. "Dave... what kind of master would I be if I trained you to defeat Morgana, but left you incapable of saving yourself when a mugger attacked you?"
"I can handle a mugger."
"Thunder and Lightning don't agree. Neither does the garbage can you set on fire last time."
"That guy had a knife, not a gun."
"Good point. We'll work on blades next week. I used to be damn good with a broadsword..."
"Used to be?"
"I've gotten a little out of practice. Though I'm sure I'll get the hang of it again after a few tries. You might want to learn how to block one quick though. I remember having a little trouble stopping mine once I got it moving. Almost decapitated Horvath when that was still a bad thing..."
"Do I get armour or something?
"I wasn't planning on it. Why? Did you want armour?
"I don't want to die, so armour might be nice."
"A broadsword can rip through armour if used right, Dave. I just swing for the joints where it's weakest. Tears right through the metal, and if it's going at the right speed, through the knee as well. I used to be able to slow it down enough to stop before hitting bone, but It's been a long time. I'd need to test it out a few times.
"Balthazar..." moaned Dave brought his hands to his face in a hopeless gesture, he looked back up at his master "Balthazar, you do realize that most of your training methods are illegal, don't you? I mean, beyond being abusive and sadistic, I'm pretty sure that most of the weapons you're planning on bringing in have to be licensed.
"Right…" said the master sorcerer dryly. "Because I'm sure the police are going to believe you when you tell them that a 1,500 year old sorcerer tried to kill you with a broadsword in a secret underground lab as a training exercise, since you had already progressed past shooting plasma bolts from your hands..."
He turned to look at his still ashen faced apprentice and sighed. "Look Dave, it's my job to teach you combat. That means weaponry; I would be remiss in my duty if I didn't teach you this. Look on the bright side, at least you have someone to teach you. I had to figure it out on my own." He turned back to the desk. "We'll start with the revolver…"
The next several hours were spent teaching Dave the best ways of rendering a gun useless, making the magazine fall, shrinking the firing pin, turning the gun powder into something less explosive. Making the molecules in the grip vibrate so it heated up and the wielder lost hold. Balthazar had Dave practice the techniques at a distance of a few feet to a distances of several meters.
Once Dave succeeded in each technique a few times at varying distances Balthazar told him to put on the vest. Ashen face, the apprentice did as ordered.
"Okay remember the basics," instructed Balthazar. "Clear your mind, see the molecules, stop them."
"Right, no problem," replied Dave, trying to keep his voice from shacking.
Balthazar smiled, held the gun, fired at his charge's chest.
The pain was sudden, intense and Dave fell landing painfully on his back. He stayed where we was, eyes closed grimacing, when he finally opened his eyes again he saw Balthazar, standing over him grinning, and holding out his hand.
"You really enjoy doing that," said Dave as he took the offering, and was hosted to his feet.
Balthazar chuckled slightly. "Very soon, you will be more powerful then I could ever hope to be, already are in some respects. I gotta get my kicks in while I can."
"You're not worried about payback?"
"You're not vindictive Dave."
"After a few more months of this, that might change."
Balthazar smiled as if he doubted it and cocked the gun. "Ready for round two?"