“Are you out of your mind?” I'm on my feet in an instant, backing away from the table and Hercules, trying to put much safe distance from myself and that killing machine that the devil so coolly took out. “Hercules, that’s…you want me to use a…,” I stammer in disbelief as my arms gesture wildly at the dark object. I've never seen a gun in my entire life with my own two naked eyes, let alone held one in my hands and though, I understand what the devil is trying to get me to do, that this will help me defend myself in the face of danger, I'm still reluctant.
I look at Hercules and frown; he has his big arms crossed on his chest and his eyes glints as he watches me panic. Of course, to him, I may look like a lunatic who’s getting flustered at the idea of using a gun when he has been using
