A tad bit of a cliffhangar last chapter, but I will fix it this chapter. So, now, off we go.
Natalie's P.O.V
I looked at the walls that looked to be laden with deadly weaponry similar to the one that Scyrus gave me when I escaped. "this is my armory" Scyrus snapped me out of my overviewing. "assault rifle, combat rifle, sniper, shotty, pistol… RPG?" he gestured to the different weapons one at a time, finishing with a metal post with a bulbous green thing at the end.
"umm" I looked at the weapons, thinking at what he just said, and about how I had no idea what he was saying. He examined my face and sighed. He grabbed the 'pistol' off of the wall and handed it to me, it looked like the one that I had held in the prison.
Though, rather than red and purple, it was solid black. I tried to bring it up but Scyrus lightly pushed it back down. "keep it facing down until we get to the range" he brought me over to a row if iron railing and pulled out his own pistol. "I'd cover my ears" I placed the gun on the ground and complied.
He squeezed the lever on the handle of the pistol and there was a massive crack. Down the 'range' were two dyed bails of hay, with different colors all going inward, kind of like an eye. The one on Scyrus' side exploded and sent wheat everywhere.
He placed his weapon into a kind of sheath and looked to me. "try to hit as close to the center as you can." I raised the weapon and tried to point it at the center as well as I could. I pulled the small mechanism an a less than loud explosion erupted from the front.
I saw a small hole appear not too far from the center. Scyrus raised an eyebrow and gave a small clap. "better than I had expected" I looked at him, pointing the weapon back at the ground. "that I hit close to the center?" he shook his head "no, that you hit the bail at all, everything else was just whipped cream"
I raised an eyebrow "whipped cream?" he closed then opened his mouth "I'll tell you later" he nodded at the weapon. "you can keep the gun, and now, for the sword" my eyes widened "another weapon?" he shrugged "pays to be prepared" he gave me a sheath for my gun and I placed it inside.
We exited the armory and walked a short ways until we came to a large iron door. He pulled out a key and unlocked it. The second the door opened, a blast of incredibly hot air hit me. "Notch! What is in there?!" I put an arm in front of my face while looking at Scyrus. He was unfazed by the burning heat.
He walked in and I followed him. He pulled his shirt off, earning a shout from me. "what kind of sword would you like?" he said, completely ignoring my shock at his half-naked-ness I put down my arm to look around. the room was the same that he showed me a few days ago.
I thought about his question while looking around the room, on the wall I saw a massive sword that looked nearly impossible for me to swing. I glanced near it and saw one that appeared to look more like a spike with a handle than a sword. I studied it closed and saw that the handle made you hold it more like a gun that a sword.
"what's that one" I pointed at the strange weapon he glanced over while putting on leather gloves and an iron mask. "hmm, it's a rapier. A very fast weapon, though too light for someone like me. Rather than hacking and slashing, it is made for stabbing, hence the pistol grip." I thought for a second "I want that one" he nodded and slid the mask over his face. He walked to a chest and pulled out a yellow metal mold. He placed it on a black stone table, next to the table was a massive pillar made of a similar material.
he pulled a lever and liquid metal began pouring into the mold and cut it off when it was full. He let the metal cool as he tooka blue crystal out of another chest and began to work it with a set of tools into the grip for the sword. Once that was finished, he took out a stack of… paper?
He began working the paper into a hand guard, adding a bit of slime to keep it together. He attached the grip and placed it down, he walked to the mold and took out what looked like the blade to the rapier. He plunged it into a pool of water to cool it off and then brought out a pouch of nether quartz dust and a small hammer.
He poured a bit of the dust along the edge of the blade and began hammering, the quartz fusing to the blade with each hit. Then he began applying what looked to be green sludge to the blade, upon contact, the strange material bound with the purple of the sword blade.
The final touch was a dusting of blaze powder and then he attached the purple blade to the handle then he pulled a leather sheath out of yet another chest and sheathed the blade, handing it to me. I then realized the entire time I was staring at him and snapped out of it fast enough so I could take the weapon. I looked at the purple weapon and then at him. "I like purple, purple's safe"
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