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Most of you have read this, but I realised I might as well post it. It was enjoyable writing and an explanation is needed for this event, I reckon. And this is as good a one as any. I also can't see Mark starting out that able with it, at the start.

Reward.

Scarab Dynasty.

'And what's this thing for, exactly?'

'Duh –it's for firing, kid, it's a wrist cannon isn't it?' Sparx watched him as he took the strange new item out of her hand.

A Bonus Prize, for completing the level, maybe? That was what Ace seemed to think.

'But… this doesn't make any sense.'

'Why not?'

Mark paused. He couldn't explain why not, he just knew that it didn't. it was a Lightning Knight weapon. he was a mortal. How was he supposed to use it anyway?

'Look… what is this thing, anyway?'

Ace looked at it for a moment. 'Wrist cannon, class 1-A-B. Standard issue for under graduates, I think.' Ace muttered. Sparx shrugged in agreement.

'Yeah… we're way past that level, anyway. Those things take like, no power at all to operate. Even a mortal could handle that thing.'

'So, if it was sent for us I expect it would've been something more powerful,' Ace explained what Sparx is trying to say before Mark could take offence. 'Uh, not that that thing couldn't do a fair bit of damage in the right… or, wrong hands, that is.' He cast a wary glance at Sparx, who looked away. Mark wondered if there was maybe a story behind this.

'Hey you need something to actually shoot, kid, metal bars aren't gonna work forever.' Sparx said. It looked as if she was getting bored of all the fuss being made about some undergraduate training weapon. 'Try it. Go on, it's not gonna bite you.'

He figured that maybe she was right. It didn't look that dangerous, anyway. More like plastic than metal. He pulled it onto his arm –right handed, he realised. That was annoying, but he figured he could get used to it.

'It fits,' he said quietly, actually feeling kind of surprised. It was almost as if it'd been made for him, as if it belonged right there. It felt like metal, too, despite the way it looked, and was heavier on his wrist than he'd expected it to be. 'But it feels right handed.'

'So?'

'So, I'm left.'

'Wha?' Sparx frowns at that. Maybe they're only programmed to be right handed where she comes from. 'That's weird…. Try shooting at the wall, that should be okay.'

Standard issue, right? What harm could it—

Before his sentence finished, his fingers closed on the pressure bar at the front of the glove, and something like static burst through his fingertips. He was tightening his grip without meaning to before he even registered what was happening. Something burning hot raced up his arm, searing his bones as if came from inside of him as much as it did from the metal itself. A sharp pain shooting right up into his skull and right down into his stomach at the same time. The pain lasted for only a second before it exploded outwards.

Sparx moved. Not a millisecond too soon. Something blue and explosive slams into the des where she was sitting and briefly sets it alight. A few seconds later they're choking on smoke.

Yeah. It was supposed to be right handed.

'Um… Mark… the wall is over Ithere/I, kid.'

'Right… I figured.'

'I think it works,' Sparx said, bluntly.

'…I think we're going to have to work on his aim.'

Yes I had another one of aforementioned drabble which is chocked with more innuendoes than you can count but I decided not to subject you to it. :P is immature