I felt myself being pushed back and almost off my feet, that thing packs a way bigger punch than expected, "Geez, what kind of heat do those pack?" I asked her and I think she gave me a smile... probably.

She cocked her gun again and aimed, "I believe it would be a better idea if you threw it upwards, more of a challenge and safer for you." I threw her a small smile and nodded.

"Throw." At her words I chucked the shield in the air with moderate strength which made the thing blur from view, right E.G.O makes me a lot stronger, sometimes I forget about that.

The shield didn't make it far before Red Hood shot it down, "Hollow-point 500 maximum, hurts and hits like a bitch." She stated and cocked her gun again while I grabbed my shield, noticing how the thing shifted from time to time, HEALING the damage done to it.

That is a good thing to know, I'm also not completely sure of the legality of a round like that existing and firing from such a gun... wait I don't even know if the Geneva Convention exists in this place, hell I'm like half-sure that hollow points weren't legal on wars.

Her gun is fucking dangerous! "I'm no gun lover, but I can tell that's ridiculous." She nodded at me and signaled at the air with her head, this time I chucked the shield hard.

It bounced off the wall, but she didn't bat her only eye at this and shot it down again while the shield flew in my direction from the blast, forcing me to catch the damn thing and grit my teeth slightly when my left hand caught it.

The Red Hood nodded at this, "What are you packing?" She signaled with her gun at the 'wings' of my coat, so she has a keen eye too... I feel like the documents didn't do her justice.

I strapped the shield on my right forearm and pulled the E.G.O weapons, the black and white magnums just felt right on my hands, "I hadn't been given a chance to test them." She tilted her head and pulled a bullet the size of my index finger... holy fuck that's a big bullet.

"I'll throw it in the air, try and hit it." She flicked it upwards with her thumb, and I reacted as quickly as I could the white magnum on my left arm releasing three shots that I missed by inches, I'm not sure what kind of barrel fire I expected from these things... I should have expected butterflies, though.

I heard the sound of the bullet hitting the floor and grimaced, while Red Hood shook her head, "I can tell you are a beginner, not bad, but you need to twist your waist slightly and extend your arm fully so that your shoulders absorb the recoil better." She crouched down and picked up the bullet and gave me a nod followed by her flicking the bullet in the air again.

The first shot missed, but the second one connected, she gave me a small nod, "Weapons in this place are easier to handle for what I've heard, still not bad, I guess." she mussed.

Not sure if I should ask this, but it's bothering me... fuck it, "So... why do you wear belts on your chest?" I TRIED to sound casual, but it was still a weird thing to ask, no matter how I tried to say it.

She didn't bat her single right eye, "They get in the way" I...

...

Fair enough.

I'm gonna go and change the subject right now, "Putting that aside then, any prominent adventures on your end? A mercenary of your caliber would have some interesting stories to tell." She paused and sighed angrily.

"Not anymore, I have been hunting him for so long I forgot most, all that matters is to use his head as a decoration on my bed." I didn't even bring up the wolf, but he came up anyway...

Alright, if all goes downhill you dig that hole as far as you can and hope no one can see the bottom, "Sounds both interesting and terrifying, penny for your thoughts?" Her single eye bore into mine and I swear that if I flinched she would have stabbed me.

She pulled out an... ax, but it has a basic mechanism between the shaft and the ax to move the blade, probably to turn it into a knife, along with this on her right hand was a grinding stone and started sharpening the blade, "Not much to say, he is a cunning bastard. Likes to appear innocent, but I know what is under that fake skin." Well, she isn't going to stop grinding that weapon of hers, better get used to the sound.

I scratched my chin for a moment trying to look for the best way to continue this conversation, "I doubt you'll ever tell me the specifics, so why not unwind a little? I'm told my listening skills are pretty good." I offered.

She kept grinding the ax but did glance in my direction, "What I'd be saying won't be pretty." she pretty much warned me, for a moment I thought about changing the subject.

But then I remembered I'm me and full of care and worry about others, sometimes my nature can be such a bitch to handle, "Then I'll take it as a chance to expand my vocabulary." At my words, I swear she snorted, but pointing it out would most likely get me a punch to the gut.

She stopped grinding and took a deep breath, "I have sworn to give that absolute furry fuck a colonoscopy with its own damn claws while I bend his spine so far back his own ass he can give himself a self- skullfuck." The apocalyptic fury that she emanated made a weird contrast as to how calm she sounded while saying all of that.

Also... damn, just damn.

"At least you are creative." I commented while I'm pretty sure she gave me a feral grin, again she was hiding behind the hood and scarf, so I'm not sure 100% sure about that.

"That is one but many ways I wish his end to be at my feet..." I'm starting to think-

Wait, abnormalities don't die, what the fuck? She kept ranting from time to time about how she will kill the wolf, but at the same time, I noticed how focused she came at killing something you can't kill.

The definition of insanity right there, the weird thing is that she acted very much different until the wolf came into the conversation. The information I have on abnormalities is somewhat finite, but I have a decent grasp on them.

They are abnormal beings that generate energy known as Enkephalin, which is also PROBABLY a drug... for some reason wherever the Abnormalities come isn't told to us, but it probably has to do something to do with this.

I know that going insane is a thing, but this girl, while intense, doesn't show any insanity to her. Even in her anger, she seems very lucid... so why go out to kill someone that won't die? You waste so much going like that, AND she must have wondered this at least once.

But just to confirm, "What happens after you kill him?" I was waiting for a certain reaction like with Punishing Bird and Funeral of Dead Butterflies.

She first froze up, check.

Momentary confusion, check.

Begrudging pondering, check.

And then she went back to the way she was, "Who knows? I know that I will sleep peacefully when I do, that is a fact." I'm starting to see a trend here...

Never once did I see denial flash in her eye, almost like her brain couldn't compute such a fact being true, like Punishing Bird being questioned about its punishing didn't compute not punishing, just like with the Funeral it couldn't compute a future beyond the end.

That isn't normal thinking, not of a living being at least, they are clearly smart but...

The room flashed green, and I sighed, "Seems my time's up, but I'm sure that won't last... I'll see you later." I said to her while she leaned against the wall again and hid her ax.

"Our talk was... entertaining." She answered while I left the room, am I onto something? Or am I crazy?

More to put on the notepad, more to worry about...