“but here…”
“I see, I see.” The man nods his head profusely and hums to himself a few times. Quickly, the words rush out of his mouth. “What about this? This is a great sword. Swift! Sturdy! Chic!”
“I’m looking for weapons dagger size.” Justin points toward the wall full of sparkling objects similar to those he was using earlier.
“But, you have so many of those.” Jimmy whines. “Then, give me something to work with.”
“What about a retractable sword?” The offer stops Justin in his tracks. Slowly, he turns around, and a creepy grin crawls across Jimmy’s face. “Ah, yes, a retractable sword. How about one custommade for you? To look like anything you want.”
“I doubt you could make it look like a tie.”
“Is that a challenge?” A gleam overcomes Jimmy.
“Is it?” Justin winks as he glances over the swords. “I would need one with the buoyancy of that one.” His hand extends to a black handled one toward the top. Lowering his hand, then, he points to one with a black blade. “And the perfect precision of that one.” After lingering for a minute, he points to a sword whose handle is rustic. “And the authenticity of this one.”
“I can do that for you.” He agrees, nodding his head and twiddling his thumbs. “When do you need it?”
“ASAP.” Justin tilts his hat up and leads me toward a series of different types of crossbows and weapons that require arrows. With a pleased look, he sighs. “Now, these I like.”
His hand slides away from mine as he picks up a painted green crossbow that has a round of small, silver bolts attached. Confused, I stare at the contraption, which resembles a sniper rifle with a scope mounted on the top. Happily, he slowly turns around to Jimmy’s direction. The look of pleasure is immediately erased from his face, which forces me to turn my head to a sight I’m frankly tired of seeing.
“Jimmy,” Justin says through gritted teeth. “Promise you won’t charge me?”
“For what?” Jimmy’s unsteady voice croaks as he pulls on his bright red suspenders.
“This.” A silver bolt blazes out of the weapon and straight through the foreheads of two Dark Watchers. As they disappear into thick smoke, the crossbow automatically loads another bolt, allowing Justin to fire directly down the hallway, where more Dark Watchers are flooding through.
Grabbing another weapon similar to the one in his hand, he snaps. “Get down!”
Suddenly, tiny bead like bullets come flying from all directions as we scamper across the floor toward the boats spinning on the showroom floor. Jimmy’s tiny legs move as fast as they can to keep up with us as he tosses what looks like a tennis ball in their direction.
A moment later, a minor explosion comes from the ball that layers dark red smoke around us, giving us the chance to disappear into the opening of the giant, white boat without being seen.
Once inside, I rest my head against the door and croak. “You said I wouldn’t get shot at!”
“To be fair, I said not that I know of.”
“Seriously,” I huff and move the hair out of my face, “how did they find us?”
“I don’t know,” Justin answers, loading up the other crossbow he grabbed. This one has a hot pink handle and gold bolts attached. Quickly, he hands it to me and shakes his head. “But believe me, I’m going to find out.” Shaking, my jaw bobs up and down as Jimmy begins opening different compartments in the basement of the boat while muttering. “No one is supposed to know I’m here. No one, Justin. That’s why we conduct business the way we do.”
Justin snaps angrily, checking the empty compartments as well. “Don’t you think I know that?”
“Then, why are they here?” The elf sized weapons dealer grumbles, discovering a set of white golf balls that I assume aren’t actually golf balls.
With a deep breath, Justin heads toward the set of steep stairs. “I don’t know, Jimmy. But for right now, Peyton, I
“I see, I see.” The man nods his head profusely and hums to himself a few times. Quickly, the words rush out of his mouth. “What about this? This is a great sword. Swift! Sturdy! Chic!”
“I’m looking for weapons dagger size.” Justin points toward the wall full of sparkling objects similar to those he was using earlier.
“But, you have so many of those.” Jimmy whines. “Then, give me something to work with.”
“What about a retractable sword?” The offer stops Justin in his tracks. Slowly, he turns around, and a creepy grin crawls across Jimmy’s face. “Ah, yes, a retractable sword. How about one custommade for you? To look like anything you want.”
“I doubt you could make it look like a tie.”
“Is that a challenge?” A gleam overcomes Jimmy.
“Is it?” Justin winks as he glances over the swords. “I would need one with the buoyancy of that one.” His hand extends to a black handled one toward the top. Lowering his hand, then, he points to one with a black blade. “And the perfect precision of that one.” After lingering for a minute, he points to a sword whose handle is rustic. “And the authenticity of this one.”
“I can do that for you.” He agrees, nodding his head and twiddling his thumbs. “When do you need it?”
“ASAP.” Justin tilts his hat up and leads me toward a series of different types of crossbows and weapons that require arrows. With a pleased look, he sighs. “Now, these I like.”
His hand slides away from mine as he picks up a painted green crossbow that has a round of small, silver bolts attached. Confused, I stare at the contraption, which resembles a sniper rifle with a scope mounted on the top. Happily, he slowly turns around to Jimmy’s direction. The look of pleasure is immediately erased from his face, which forces me to turn my head to a sight I’m frankly tired of seeing.
“Jimmy,” Justin says through gritted teeth. “Promise you won’t charge me?”
“For what?” Jimmy’s unsteady voice croaks as he pulls on his bright red suspenders.
“This.” A silver bolt blazes out of the weapon and straight through the foreheads of two Dark Watchers. As they disappear into thick smoke, the crossbow automatically loads another bolt, allowing Justin to fire directly down the hallway, where more Dark Watchers are flooding through.
Grabbing another weapon similar to the one in his hand, he snaps. “Get down!”
Suddenly, tiny bead like bullets come flying from all directions as we scamper across the floor toward the boats spinning on the showroom floor. Jimmy’s tiny legs move as fast as they can to keep up with us as he tosses what looks like a tennis ball in their direction.
A moment later, a minor explosion comes from the ball that layers dark red smoke around us, giving us the chance to disappear into the opening of the giant, white boat without being seen.
Once inside, I rest my head against the door and croak. “You said I wouldn’t get shot at!”
“To be fair, I said not that I know of.”
“Seriously,” I huff and move the hair out of my face, “how did they find us?”
“I don’t know,” Justin answers, loading up the other crossbow he grabbed. This one has a hot pink handle and gold bolts attached. Quickly, he hands it to me and shakes his head. “But believe me, I’m going to find out.” Shaking, my jaw bobs up and down as Jimmy begins opening different compartments in the basement of the boat while muttering. “No one is supposed to know I’m here. No one, Justin. That’s why we conduct business the way we do.”
Justin snaps angrily, checking the empty compartments as well. “Don’t you think I know that?”
“Then, why are they here?” The elf sized weapons dealer grumbles, discovering a set of white golf balls that I assume aren’t actually golf balls.
With a deep breath, Justin heads toward the set of steep stairs. “I don’t know, Jimmy. But for right now, Peyton, I
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