Sounds of tightening belts were heard from the couch as Luca was mounting his leg on its side. He was fastening utility packs on him as he would be engaging in what could, otherwise, be a dangerous one.
He had retrieved a lot of weapons from the witch armory the SCC New York branch had, and he was planning to make sure he could give full support to Noah. Even if the man had eight hellhounds, he was sure he could do something they could not.
He then started slipping the guns in each holster. He felt Noah walked behind him, and so he spoke without looking. "Are you ready?"
"Almost," Noah answered as he walked around the room as if testing the shoes he had on. It's just that the sound of his shoes piqued Luca's attention.
"Noah, why are you…?" Bang! Luca dropped the gun he was holding.
"Hm? Am I trying too hard?"
