Connor stared at the weapon's cabinet. If only he had these on Quor'toth. Maybe life wouldn't have been so hard. Suddenly the cabinet shut. "What are you doing?" Angel asked. Connor glared. "Trust me if I was planning to strike against you all I'd need was a stick." Angel frowned and Connor regretted the words. Why did they always fight? "I never seen weapons like those before. Growing up we found what we could and made do." Angel's expression softened. "I could show you how to use them." Honestly, Connor would really love that. But he couldn't be too eager.