Title: Weapons
Rating: T
Warnings: Mild Language, accidental head-shot attempt
Genre: Humor, Friendship
For: Anonymous (Guest)
Lance recoiled in shock as a glowing bullet whizzed past his face, barely missing his nose, to explode a rock ahead of the party, causing both Natalie and Anna to leap into the air. He whirled around a split second later to see Matt with a wide-eyed, guilty expression, and his new Fusion Sword in hand.
"Sorry, I didn't mean… Sorry!" Matt yelped.
Lance's right eye twitched as he demanded, "And what the hell did you just do?"
Matt shuffled in place for a moment before holding up his weapon and mumbling, "I, um, found a trigger, and, er, wanted to know what it did?"
"You found a trigger, and you just pulled it?" Lance repeated flatly.
"Yes? It, uh, seemed like a cool idea, and not like something that might potentially, um, take your head off?"
The gunner exploded. He threw his arms into the air and shouted, "What kind of idiot just pulls a random trigger on a weapon without knowing what it might do? And never mind that you're in the back of the group right now! For Godcat's sake, Matt, weapons aren't toys. Now gimme that. You clearly have no idea how to use a gun, and have the sense of a toddler if you think trying out firearms for giggles is a good idea. You're lucky you didn't hit anyone, or dislocate your arm, or something."
Matt let out a protesting noise when Lance snatched his new sword and stuffed it away in his own Adventure Pouch. He'd just gotten that blade, and it was one of his coolest looking ones yet. He scowled at Lance as the gunner turned away and stomped to catch up with Natalie and Anna, both of whom looked amused at the whole fiasco. The swordsman crossed his arms with a pout as he trailed after his friends, already planning on getting back his sword. Stealing blades was his shtick, after all, not Lance's.
But, as it turned out, he didn't have to steal his weapon back. Early that evening, Lance passed his Fusion Sword back to him with a curt demand to come learn how to properly shoot a gun. The swordsman scrambled up with an eager grin and followed Lance a short distance away from the camp fire. He listened with rapt attention as Lance explained about how his Fusion Sword fired, proper bracing, and aiming. Soon, he had Matt practicing firing his Fusion sword, and all the while correcting his form. After about twenty minutes he clapped a hand on Matt's shoulder.
"You are now about eighty percent less likely to hit your friends, and twenty percent less likely to blow your arms off," Lance told Matt with a smirk.
Matt frowned, "Only twenty?"
"Well, it does cause an explosion, and you are normally in the thick of the battle," Lance reasoned. He turned to head back to the fire, sarcastically calling back over his shoulder, "Try to be careful, mkay?"
Matt gulped with a nod and followed Lance back. It wasn't until months later that he found out the explosions couldn't actually hurt him as they were powered by his own mana. And Lance only laughed at him for taking so long to figure that out.
A/N: I saw your review, and I couldn't resist. XD It's pretty short—more of a drabble than anything else—but I hope you liked it all the same!
