The man then stopped a few feet away from me as he smiled and jeered.
"Oh? A woman who can use a pistol to hurt others? How barbaric."
A nerve along my forehead bulged as this man's words angered me. And to top that off the way that he was playing with his words as his accent lingered further pissed me off. I quickly looked up to see that it was early morning, barely past dawn. Another nerve bulged. Why is this fucker awake this early?
No one else was on the deck but Baron, this weirdo, and I.
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, my kind sir?"
The man chuckled as he crossed his swords and ran up to me. I freaked out as I noticed that I didn't have my swords with me. As the man stood an inch away from me, instinct took over. Two successive bangs sounded as smoked bled from my pistol. Two holes marred the man's twin swords as the barrel of my gun fell to the ground. Lord above I am about to piss myself. This man actually cut through a gun!
