19 Arsenal (1/2)
”What sort of equipment are we talking about here?” Deus asked toward Elias and one of the men who stood next to him. The man appeared almost insect in nature, as his arms were nearly as long as his entire body, his face completely hairless and smooth. The man's entire exoskeleton seemed to mimic that of a praying mantis. His skin dyed a dark grey as if to blend into the black sand of Midnight. He was a native of Midnight, born from the Krex species of predators who burrow beneath the sand to await prey.
The clansman raised his head toward Deus as a smile formed on his lips, his voice raspy and cracked, ”Well mister Deus, it's Deus right? We've brought a fair amount of things with us today for everyone who's working with mister Elias.” The man pointed toward the club's bar, which had its alcoholic contents replaced with bags upon bags of guns and ammo, with several exciting looking melee weapons too.
”If you'd come with me for a moment, I'll show you exactly what you'll be working with,” the Krex lifted up one of the heavier looking rifles, ”This here is known as a Tremor. The name comes from it's rumbling as you fire it, along with the high caliber rounds it uses.”
Deus and Droh simply nodded in approval as Elias watched them both with interest.
”The Tremor usually is fired within close to medium range. If you have a target close enough you can rip them apart, but if they're far enough away the bullets could drop and lose momentum. Most you'd do from a distance is leave some bruises.”
”Really? The weapon loses all lethality simply by being fired from too far away? Seems… risky.” Deus spoke up in concern, to which the clansman simply shook his head and sighed. ”It's easy to manufacture so it's quite a popular gun… but I can definitely see the problems, too. Well, nothing else we can do besides move onto another gun. You want to see what we have for long-range firing?”
Deus and Droh both nodded.
”Great!” The clansman smiled again as he lifted up another weapon, this time treating it a bit more carefully than he did the Tremor from before. ”This one is a specialty of the clan… the design and make of her is from master Roland himself. We call her the Dire Long-rifle. I heard it was named that in recognition to this very city where the master was born.”
Deus chuckled, ”It definitely seems more impressive than the Tremor. How does it work?”
”Excellent question!” The clansman once more smiled as he brought the weapon closer toward Deus, ”You see this part here? It's an air pressurizer, so it's designed to draw in the oxygen in the air and fire it all out at once. Because of this piece, the weapon is capable of firing over a thousand meters in distance without losing too much killing power.”
”A thousand?!” Droh shouted out in excitement, ”On the mostly flat desert ground… that's practically everything that you can see.”
”Exactly. Because of this weapon that our clan produces, Direfell and it's powerful army have been able to hold a steady position of power within the region. From what I've heard there are several other territory lords who've tried moving in on this place… but they've failed every time because of Direfell's excellent weaponry.”
Elias spoke up, ”That's enough of that… I'm sure we have time for a lecture another day, but not today. Hurry it along so we can get moving.” He looked around and spoke again, ”Also, has anyone seen that Thaddeus fellow from yesterday? Mercer!” He turned to face Deus and spoke apologetically, ”Excuse me, Deus, but it seems I've still got some things to deal with so you can take a bit more time picking your equipment. Until next time.”
After saying his goodbyes Elias headed off toward another room, accompanied by all of the clansmen who had been originally following behind him except for the one who a.s.sisted Deus and Droh with their equipment.
”Any interests so far?” The clansman asked the two of them, to which Deus shook his head, while Droh nodded in approval. The Dire Long-rifle had definitely drawn his attention. Not only was it surprisingly light and agile, but it also apparently held quite a surprising amount of stopping power behind it. There was a reason why that weapon was a preferred tool of Direfell's military service.
”Hmm.” The Krex snapped it's tongue as it looked across the equipment that had been laid out in front of them all. ”Maybe these will work better for you. You're working the vanguard on your next job, yes? I heard this from mister Elias as he explained the basic gist of the job.”
As he was speaking he had approached a table that sat toward the back of the room. Deus followed behind him as Droh stayed behind with the Dire Long-rifle as he looked everything over with a pleased grin.
”These are the most typically used weapons of the vanguard force,” He said as he lifted a silver blade into the air. Simply moving it seemed to slice through the air, creating an almost sharp ringing sound. ”These beauties are usually simply called Silver Swords, but true experts of the skill refer to them as Quickblades.”
In his hand sat a perfectly balanced sword. The edged blade thin and sharp, the metal which it was forged from was a peaceful silver. Slas.h.i.+ng it through the air seemed to create the illusion of light as if leaving behind whispers of sound that floated in the air with each cut and slash. The blade balanced directly upon the hilt, providing the option of even turning the weapon into a throwable, as a last resort.
Whoever had designed the blade was clearly an expert in the craft. The metal used was proof alone of that.
”The Quickblades we have aren't actually from Direfell or it's factories. In truth, our clan managed to get our hands on a s.h.i.+pment of these beauties during a 'routine' job.” The clansman clearly didn't want to go into further detail when discussing the job in question, simply leaving it all off with a vague expression.
”During that time we also acquired several of these spears, would you like to take a look?”