Setting: Team AMBR's Dorm Room
In Team AMBR's new dorm room, Bolt woke up to loud arguing from both sides of the room. The black and blue haired boy opened his eyes to see the roof was closer to his face than it was yesterday. However, he quickly remembered that his new team leader, for some reason, wanted to have bunk beds. Bolt's bed was over Rae's and Mystic's was over Aaron's. The boy silently groaned as he looked over, seeing that Mystic was missing from her bed and that Aaron was yelling towards his side of the room from underneath Mystic's bed. The boy rolled his eyes, not caring to know what exactly they were arguing about. He sat up, swinging his feet over the end of the bed before jumping off, landing on the floor.
This seemed to go unnoticed by the two partners, who were dressed the school's uniform, however Aaron's seemed a little different than Rae's. He wore his baggy, gray pants with the rest of his school uniform, along side his red headband while Rae's was normal. Tuning into their arguing, Bolt understood that Aaron had modified his uniform to be more personal and Rae didn't like that, wanting to represent the school as expected. The boy shook his head, taking a step towards the bathroom. However, as he did so, he softly bumped into something.
Looking up, Bolt saw that he had accidentally bumped into Mystic, who made a quiet squeak from being startled. "Oh, sorry, wasn't looking where I was going."
"N-No! It's fine, really." The girl stammered out, before quickly walking past the black and blue haired boy, who shrugged before walking into the bathroom.
Mystic walked to the middle of the room, sighing as her two elder teammates were still arguing, not knowing that she was there. Their arguing had woken her up, telling her that they had been going yelling at each other for a while.
Mystic walked up in between the two, cutting them off as they were talking. "Guys, can you stop fighting. You both look fine and not to pick sides, but there's nothing against personalizing the uniforms."
Aaron pumped his fist in the air and Rae sighed, shaking her head before standing. Mystic let out another sigh as she pulled out her Scroll, her eyes comically bulging out as she read the time. "Oh. We're gonna be late!"
"What?" Rae's eyes widened as she rushed to her teammate's side, looking at the time that displayed on her Scroll. "Crap! We need to go. I will not be late on my first day."
Without waiting for a response, the green haired girl was rushing out of the room, already down the hall outside their dorm room. Aaron watched her disappear around the corner before turning to Mystic.
"Doesn't she even know where she's going?" He asked the yellowish-brown haired girl, who nodded.
"We went over our schedules last night. The four of us have the same first class, Combat Sparring in the amphitheater." Mystic explained bubbly, remembering the nice time she had with her teammate.
"Fight trainin', huh? Hell yeah!" The reddish-pink haired boy said excitedly, quickly heading through the door and into the hallway. A few seconds later, the teen poked his head back into the dorm room. "Tell Mr. Mysterious to hurry before he gets left behind."
Aaron disappeared through the door once again, heading down the hall after Rae, leaving Mystic alone in the middle of their dorm room. Only one door away from being alone with Bolt. She hesitantly turned towards the bathroom door, attempting to build up the courage to walk closer to the door. She swallowed her fears, pushing forward to the door and lightly knocked.
"H-Hey Bolt, um, I came to tell you that class is about to start. Y-You'll be late." Mystic said, failing to hide her nervousness. "You wouldn't want to be late on the first day, right?"
"I know. Go ahead." She heard the slightly muffled voice of her partner, however she could hear anything else. No sound of running water, no sound of him brushing his teeth. Nothing. Not even her faunus ears could pick up anything.
"B-But what about-"
"Trust me. I'll get there in time." Bolt spoke, cutting Mystic off, who quickly nodded to herself.
The girl opened her mouth to say more, but nothing came out. She quickly turned away from the door, sprinting out of the room with a one worded reply. "Okay!"
Setting: Beacon Auditorium
Aaron and Mystic walked into the auditorium, looking around to see their green haired teammate, who was heavily breathing from having ran the whole way here. Aaron laughed as he and Mystic took seats next to her, earning a glare from the tired girl. Mystic smiled at their banter, but frantically looked back at the entrance. She watched as other students quickly filed in, however, none of them were Bolt. Mystic looked down at her Scroll, seeing that they had one minute left before class would start. She sighed to herself, debating on whether or not to go check on him and before she could even stand to do so, a voice spoke from beside her.
"Told you I'd be here." Mystic looked over at the voice, seeing Bolt standing beside her, wearing a black, zip up hoodie over his uniform. The boy was correct. He had arrived just in time for the Professor to arrive in the center of the stage.
The black and blue haired boy took the seat in between Aaron and Mystic, prompting the reddish-pink haired boy to look to him.
"Yo. What took ya so long?" He asked, the boy in question giving him a look.
"Couldn't find my Scroll." Bolt said dully, looking straight ahead as the blonde Professor started the class.
"Couldn't find your Scroll?" Aaron questioned, not believing the boy beside him for a second. "It took you that long to find your Scroll?"
Bolt only shrugged and Aaron laughed it off. "Whatever, man."
The class went on, the black and blue haired boy having zoned out as the Professor was explaining what this class would be after this first day. Bolt heard bits and pieces of it, like how this class would mainly teach them what to do in certain situations against Grimm and other Huntsman alike, but Bolt didn't feel the need to really pay attention as he didn't exactly need to. However, Aaron was heavily listening to the Professor's words, or rather listening for a certain set of words.
He really wanted to have a spar with someone, and he wanted to show how great he was in battle. He just knew that it was going to happen. It was the perfect was to demonstrate combat abilities and see how exactly to teach students on combat. He was ecstatically waiting in his seat. Rae looked over to her leader, which she still hated to think about, as he was practically vibrating in his seat.
"Brute." She thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She knew that all he could think about was fighting someone in this room, and it annoyed her that he was appointed the leader and wasn't even listening to the Professor.
Sadly, for Rae, Aaron got exactly what he wanted. The Professor cleared her voice, holding a tablet in her hands. "Now, would anyone like to demonstrate their skills to the class."
Aaron almost jumped out of his seat, opening his mouth to speak, but he was beaten to the punch as someone from across the room spoke first.
"I'll have a go." The voice said smugly, causing three members of Team AMBR to turn and look. Their gazes landed on the same blonde haired boy, who was stood from his seat, hand raised and a cocky smile painted on his face.
"Alright, Mr. Flavian." The Professor nodded, looking to the other students. "Who would like to go against Mr. Flavian?"
Aaron slumped in his seat, his excited mood having quickly changed. He didn't wanna fight Duke. He wanted a real challenge, and he knew he wouldn't get it from the stuck up blonde. However, there was something else he wanted. The boy smirked as he looked over to Bolt, who continued to listen to music in his seat. Aaron wanted to see Bolt fight, see if he was worthy to be a potential rival.
Their fight against the giant Beowolf wasn't enough for the reddish-pink haired boy. He had only used his pistols, and Aaron wanted to see what the boy could do with the sword he had strapped to his back and what his semblance was. So, Aaron sneakily reached for his hand, quickly raising it hand up while the boy didn't expect it, surprising the teen as his hand was suddenly moved.
"Bolt would like to go." Everyone looked over at the group, Bolt looked confusedly at Aaron as he wondered why he was raising his hand.
Duke looked over at the group, his eyes mainly on the boy in question, before laughing. "Really? I don't know, doesn't look much like a fighter, but if he wants to lose in front of the entire class, be my guest."
Mystic glared at the blonde haired boy, feeling anger rise up in her. If there was one thing she hated, it was bullies. She had dealt with many kind of bullies, mainly the ones who made fun of Faunus and their animal features. It was the reason why Mystic hid her traits from her new teammates. Mystic sighed however, holding in her anger, knowing that she wouldn't be any better than him if she retaliated. She ignored the comment, looking over at the boy next to her. She was slightly confused at her leader's actions, remembering that he had talked about wanting to spar while on their way to class, but he was making Bolt take the challenge instead.
Rae shared her teammate's thoughts. She thought of Aaron's sudden actions as strange. Aaron was a brute, she knew that, but he completely avoided the perfect chance to fight, and gave it to Bolt. However as she thought about it, she soon realized what her leader was doing. He wanted to see what Bolt was capable of and if she had to be honest, so did she. While she saw something during their battle against the giant Beowolf, she wanted to see more. See what exactly he could do against a humanoid opponent.
"Ahh, Mr. Rai, do you want to participate in the sparring match?" The Professor asked.
"Bolt, you don't have to if you don't want to." Rae spoke, attempting to hide the fact that she wanted to see the boy fight, glaring at her leader next to her. "This idiot is just trying to work you up."
"She's right." Mystic agreed, hesitantly putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Bolt looked over at Aaron, who could feel the boy's eyes burning into his skin. He eventually gave in, looking over at his teammate. After a few seconds, the pyro chuckled as he causally leant back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. Bolt knew exactly what he was doing. He was challenging him to accept, because he wanted to see him fight. He didn't know why, and he honestly didn't care. Bolt sighed as he stood, knowing that he'd be bored for the rest of the class if he didn't accept.
"It's not a big deal. I'll do it."
"Alright. The two of you, go grab your gear and we will start." The Professor instructed and the two boys headed for the lockers rooms and to their personal lockers, which were strangely on opposite sides of the stage.
As the two left, Rae smacked Aaron on the shoulder, causing the pyro to flinch in surprise. "What is wrong with you?"
"What?" The boy raised his hands in defense, knowing full well that if Rae was really mad, she would've stopped him. "It'll be fine. Watch, Bolt'll wipe the floor with the rich kid."
"Whatever." Mystic sat in her seat, nervous for what could happen next. All she could hope was nothing bad happened after this.
Inside the locker room, Bolt changed into his battle attire. He had quickly changed out of his uniform, already liking the feeling of being out of that uniform. Once the boy was dressed, he equipped his weapons. He grabbed ahold of his dual pistols, placing them on his thighs, the low magnetic plates built inside his pants keeping the ranged weapons in place. The boy then moved on to his Kukri, strapping its small sheathe around his right shin before sheathing the blade inside. The boy grabbed the blue strap sitting on the bench in front of him, strapping the band over his right shoulder and around his chest before securing the two sides together to connect the strap.
Bolt looked up at the exit of the locker room, sighing as he sheathed his sword. "Let's do this, I guess."
Bolt eventually walked back to the stage, seeing Duke on the opposite side, noticing that he had been waiting for a while by his annoyed position. Duke also wore his combat outfit, which was made up of an open, jet black blazer over a yellow waistcoat and a dark blue shirt with a black strap going across his chest. Bolt could see several pouches on the strap, which he guessed had ammo and dust inside. He also had two bulky, gray shoulder pads. He wore black fitted pants with gray, lightweight knee pads, and bright yellow ankle high boots.
The other students quiet down as Bolt walked in, and the boy could see that all their eyes were on him, softly whispering amongst themselves. He didn't pay no mind to them, facing straight ahead at his opponent. Bolt tuned out everyone around him, focusing on his opponent. He could see that Duke had a shield on his back, which was gold in color. The black and blue haired boy looked at Duke's outfit, specifically his gloves. There seemed to be electromagnetic on his gloves, similar to the ones installed in his pants, which Bolt guessed were for his shield.
However, Duke's gloves appeared to be getting extremely closer than before, and Bolt was barely able to dodge out of the way of a strike from the blonde boy. The black and blue haired boy blinked as Duke continuously threw punches at him, punches he was easily able to avoid. After a few seconds, Bolt realized that the match had started and he didn't even notice it.
"Something to work on: Stop spacing out."
Bolt stepped to the left to avoid another strike from Duke, and the boy could practically see the anger and annoyance steaming from the other boy. Bolt ducked down to avoid another punch from Duke, bending down to sweep the blonde's legs from beneath him. The shield-wielding blonde fell with a hard thud, a gasp escaping his lips. Bolt calmly stood and backed up, giving his opponent space to stand, which shocked the blonde.
Duke glared up at Bolt, confused as to what he was doing. The blonde had expected him to follow up his previous action, but he instead backed off. That was something Duke was used to, and it pissed the blonde off. Duke pushed off the ground, bringing himself to his feet before charging at Bolt with his fists raised. The blonde threw two punches, which Bolt easily deflected, spinning to elbow him in the face.
Duke stumbled back, stunned by the strike, but instantly got his bearings and rushed towards Bolt once again. Duke threw a punch directed at Bolt, aiming for his face, only to have the punch caught. Duke gasped in surprise as he was suddenly pulled forward and elbowed in the face, which sending him stumbling back once again. Bolt quickly followed up with a light kick to the chest, sending the blonde skidding back.
Duke caught himself after a few steps, wiping his mouth instinctively. Duke sprinted at Bolt again, jumping up in the air and lifted his leg up before bringing it down on the black and blue haired boy. Bolt jumped back, avoiding the heel kick, however Duke wasn't done with his attack. Once Duke landed, he jumped at Bolt, raising his arms to grab Bolt. He reacted almost instantly, rushing forward and jumping over Duke, rolling to a standing position. Duke whipped around, swinging a leg to Bolt, who raised his arm to block. However, what Duke did next was something he wasn't expecting. The blonde jumped up with his other leg, using that same leg to kick Bolt in the chest, which he wasn't prepared to block.
The force of the sudden kick sent Bolt skidding back, the boy's expression painted with a mix of surprise and impression. He looked up, seeing the uncomfortable smirk Duke had. He mentally cringed at the look, straightening his posture to prepare for Duke's next attack.
He was about to rush after Bolt again, but stopped himself as he heard something. Glancing at the students in the bleachers, he could see that several people were whispering and talking amongst themselves, but he noticed that their eyes were glued to the boy in front of him. Duke clenched his teeth in anger and realization. They weren't talking about him, they were talking about Bolt, and it didn't help that every so often one of the students would look at him before chuckling and return to their conversation. They were laughing at him. So when he looked back at Bolt, a calm look on the boy's face, the blonde rushed him in a rage.
The blonde threw three punches at Bolt, who easily dodged the first two, side-stepping out of the way of the third with little to no effort. As Bolt moved out of the way of Duke's punch, he grabbed onto the blonde's arm and his blazer, throwing him across the stage. The blonde landed with a hard thud, skidding across the floor before stopping himself.
Bolt was extremely confused by Duke's quick change in fighting style. Duke wasn't fighting as strategically as he was earlier. He was becoming more a brute, fighting on pure rage, and he had no clue why.
The blonde angrily growled as he looked up at Bolt, reaching back for his shield and placing it on his gauntlet. "Man. This guy really has some issues."
Aaron watched the fight from the bleachers with his head in his hand, clearly bored from the display. He was annoyed that Bolt wasn't really fighting. This was child's play compared to what he did against the Beowolf earlier. He wanted to see what Bolt was capable of, but all he was doing was blocking and countering, and that wasn't impressive at all. Not to Aaron at least.
Rae also felt the same, to a lesser extent. While she was slightly annoyed that her black and blue haired teammate wasn't fighting seriously, she still found that she could learn something from watching him. As the boy fought, he skillfully avoided the attacks from Duke. It was almost as if he knew exactly what Duke was going to do, from when he was calm and collected to angry. If she could build up the courage, she would definitely ask about that.
Mystic watched the spar with a smile on her face. She had enjoyed watching spars when she trained with the White Fang, especially from far away. That was what helped her determine that she was a ranged-fighter rather than close-quarters, but he lack in hand-to-hand combat also helped her realize that fact.
As they was watched the two combatants, waiting for what their next moves were going to be, a loud voice caused Rae to jump in her seat as it was directly next to her. "Come on, dude! Fight alright. We're gettin' bored here!"
Rae eyes twitched as she looked over at her leader, who was causally leaning in his chair, feet on the desk as if he hadn't put Bolt in this scenario in the first place. She really hated that she was stuck with him. Bolt also glared at him, rolling his eyes when the reddish-pink haired teen innocently shrugged. Bolt switched his attention back to his opponent, only to be met with a fist to the face.
The boy stumbled back from the punch, blinking in surprise. He slowly looked over to Duke, who looked triumphant as if he had landed a completely fair hit against him. Bolt knew Duke was a dirty fighter, but he didn't think it was this bad. Attack when his opponent was wasn't looking. Bolt would remember that, and if Aaron wanted a fight, then he'll get one.
Duke didn't waist any time and reeled his arm back, throwing the shield at Bolt with all his strength. Bolt's eyes widened as the shield came at him, surprised at how fast it was. Despite the speed it was thrown, Bolt dodged the rounded weapon, spinning to avoid being hit by it. Bolt's head followed the shield, the seeing the object head straight for the wall before it strangely reversed its motion and was heading back towards him. The boy ducked under the shield, the defensive weapon returning to Duke's glove.
Duke rushed at Bolt, thrusting his leg forward in an attempt to kick Bolt, who side-stepped it easily. As his foot landed, Duke swung his body, swinging his shield around to hit Bolt in the face. Bolt backed up to avoid the attack and Duke only kept up the pressure.
Duke kept his momentum up, rapidly punching at Bolt and using his shield to deal heavy strikes at Bolt's aura and break his defense. Bolt blocked and dodged the onslaught, waiting for the moment to strike, which he surprisingly found pretty quickly. Duke tried to fake Bolt out, going in for a punch with his shield arm, only to pull back and strike with his other arm. Bolt quickly countered the fake out, grabbing onto the blonde's collar and pulling him into a punch to his face. Duke recoiled back, surprised by the sudden move, but recovered quickly and threw and punch Bolt's way. Bolt caught the punch, pulling Duke in, striking him in the face again. Duke stumbled back a bit, but recovered easily, throwing another punch at his opponent. The boy rolled his eyes as he swiftly ducked under the punch, countering by punching Duke in the stomach, causing the blonde to gasp out in shock.
In blind anger, the blonde unleashed a flurry of punches at Bolt, who skillfully blocked and deflected them. Duke attempted to deliver an attack, but was too slow as Bolt rushed forward and spun over the blonde's back, which surprised the blonde. Once he landed, Bolt spun on his heel, balling his hand into a fist as he whipped his body around. Duke's eyes widened as he saw this, instinctively raising his shield up to block the strike. The blonde just barely blocked Bolt's strike, however the power behind it sent Duke skidding back, his shield vibrating in his hands. The impact also made a loud sonorous sound as his fist made contact with the metal shield, which shocked all the spectators in the bleachers.
The three members of Team AMBR watched in shocked as Duke feel to one knee when he finally slowed to a stop. Rae watched with raised eyebrows, extremely impressed with her teammate's combat ability. It was something like she had never seen before. Not even the trained officials in Astrix were this skilled in combat, or even this strong. The green haired girl comprehensively took mental notes as she studied her teammate's combat skills, planning on practicing them later.
Aaron watched the fight with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock. He was impressed by Bolt's sudden display of strength, a big smile painting his face. Their battle with the giant Beowolf didn't intrigue Aaron enough for him to deem his black and blue haired teammate worthy of being his rival, but what he was seeing now was getting him excited to see Bolt's combat skills up close.
Mystic was also in awe of Bolt's combat ability, thinking that none of the White Fang members she met, and was now running from, had a chance against him. She smiled at that, glad that she wouldn't have to live the rest of her life in fear of Soul or the White Fang now that she had a skilled partner and a team behind her back.
Once his shield stopped vibrating, Duke stood to in anger, gritting his teeth as he glared at Bolt. He couldn't believe he was being bested by someone like him. The blonde's parents paid for the best and most expensive combat tutors just so he could get into Beacon. He should be the better fighter here, not this buffoon in front of him. Duke growled as he seemed to pull something out from inside his shield, quickly aiming and firing something before Bolt could register what it was. Bolt felt something strike him in the shoulder and the force of the impact sent him down to the ground on his back.
Bolt sat up with wide eyes, seeing that Duke had a pistol in his hand. The weapon had an extremely long barrel, which is what he assumed gave the pistol's bullets such an impact. He needed to be quick on his feet to avoid every shot. Luckily, that wasn't a problem. Bolt rushed to his feet, sprinting straight for the blonde, who accidentally shot as he was startled by the sudden movement. Bolt easily dodged the misfire, dashing forward to close the distance before Duke could fire again. However, the blonde's trigger finger was faster than the black and blue haired teen thought as he fired three more bullets his way.
He easily avoided the bullets, zipping past them as he moved. The boy looked up, seeing the sliver trim of the gold shield flying at him. Bolt's feet skid to a stop, the boy barely moving his body in time to avoid the shield. The boy smirked, continuing on towards the blonde, only to see his arm raised and a purple glow emanating from his gauntlet. Bolt recognized it instantly.
"Crap. Not again." Bolt turned back towards the shield, seeing it hastily heading towards him as its edges flowed purple. The boy dodged the shield, tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground.
Duke caught his shield as it came back to him, smirking as Bolt looked up to him from the ground. The blonde activated the Gravity Dust in his shield before throwing it at an angle to the wall to his left, while also aiming and firing his pistol at Bolt. Bolt's eyes widened at Duke's strategy and was actually impressed by it. He'd dealt with this before. However, it was nothing he couldn't avoid. The boy moved out of the way of the bullet and ducked under the shield, watching it hit the opposite wall before Duke called it back to him. In the time that Duke recalled the shield, Bolt moved forward towards him, attempting to use the short time to get closer. However, Duke was fast with a response and use his pistol to fire another bullet at the boy, who jumped back to avoid being hit in the legs.
Bolt groaned to himself, already knowing that this would get tiring as Duke would drag this out as long as he could. Bolt swiftly ducked under the shield, side-stepping the bullet as it was fired. He looked at the blonde as the shield clicked into the blonde's gauntlet, knowing he wouldn't have long to come up with something to end this before he threw the shield again. Bolt looked over at the aura levels, seeing that Duke was close to being in the red, which surprised him as he didn't recall doing enough hitting him that much. That was when it clicked for the boy.
"His aura can't take a lot of damage, so if I deal a heavy enough attack..." Bolt's thoughts trailed off as the blonde threw the shield at the wall again, raising his arm up to fire his pistol again. Bolt smirked as the shield ricochet off the wall and rocketed towards him. "And I know just how to do it."
The black and blue haired boy pivoted his foot, facing towards the shield and prepared his body for impact. Bolt let out a breath as he caught the shield against his body, the impact causing him to skid back a bit. He quickly moved the shield around to his side, blocking the bullet from the now stunned Duke, who eyes widened as Bolt caught his shield. Bolt then spun on his heel before throwing the shield, angling it downward toward the ground underneath his blonde opponent. Duke could only watch as his shield was launched back at him, the round metal ricocheting off the ground and uppercutting the blonde, sending him into the air. Bolt took this chance, rushing at the blonde and jumping up to kick him in the stomach, sending him tumbling back.
Duke slowly rolled to a stop, glaring up at the black and blue haired teen, clenching his fists. With a roar of anger, Duke aimed his pistol at Bolt and as he was about to pull the trigger, a voice spoke out.
"And that's the match." Duke looked over at the professor, his pistol still trained on Bolt. "The victor is Bolt Rai."
"What!? But I'm-!?" Duke glanced over at the aura levels across from him, seeing that his was under the bar while Bolt's was in the yellow, far away from reaching the red. The blonde huffed as he threw his pistol, like a baby having a tantrum.
"That will be all for class today. Hurry along now." At the professor's call, the students filled out of the auditorium, gathering their things before heading out.
Bolt walked up to the blonde, who looked up as he approached. Bolt extended his hand toward Duke; who glared at it. "That was a good match. You we're pretty goo-"
"I don't need your pity." The blonde spat, smacking Bolt's hand away as he stood, grabbing his pistol and used his gauntlet to recover his shield. "You think just because you won that you're better than me? You got lucky. Next time, I'll wipe the floor with you, just you wait. Watch your back, Rai."
With that Duke watched off, leaving a very confused Bolt standing alone on the stage. The boy shrugged as a voice called out to him.
"Dude!" He looked over to see his teammates standing over the railing, with Aaron's mouth agape. Bolt rolled his eyes as he walked over. "That was badass, man!"
"Yeah, Bolt, that was awesome." Mystic added with a smile, her ears threatening to perk out from underneath her headband. "You dodged all of those attacks so easily. I wouldn't be able to avoid all those like that."
"I mean, it wasn't all that, really." Bolt shrugged; putting his hands in his pockets as he looked up at his teammates.
"Are you kidding!?" Aaron chuckled. "Dude, you are such a downer."
"Guys, we can berate him later. We still has classes to get to." Rae spoke up, not wanting to be late for their next class.
"Do we really? This is the only class that matters." Aaron dramatically groaned, to which Rae rolled her eyes to.
"Yes." The green haired girl pushed the boy forward, leading him out of the room.
Mystic watched the two go before turning to Bolt, who met her gaze. A blush instantly crept up her face as she stared down at the ground in embarrassment, her ears folding back against her head. "Um..?"
"Go ahead. I won't be late." Mystic nodded before quickly heading up the stairs and out of the room. Bolt turned to the entrance to the locker room and went to go to change, taking his Scroll and headphones from his pockets. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."
Duke's pistol, Charm, is modeled after a .500 Magnum. His shield is also like Maria's weapons as it can attract to his gauntlet for easy recovery.
Coming Up: Personal Training