The Salle, Monday Morning

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Yesterday night at Reno's had involved more drinking, but unlike Saturday, Arthur had taken some care in what he consumed. That meant he was reasonably free of a hangover as he strolled into the salle early that morning, taking his usual practice blade for the time being.

Merlin had followed him there, of course, and was now present in the salle going about his morning duties. He occasionally cast the boy a glance between drills, mostly to determine if any of the previous night's weirdness still held up.

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The Range [Early Monday afternoon]

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Triela had been thinking quite a bit about her last session on the range with Karla. Those shields had been very impressive, and while she didn't think of the other girl as a direct threat there was always a little voice at the back of her mind whispering that she had to know how to take down anyone she encountered.

And she thought she had a solution.

The gun case in front of her was in the sort of pristine condition that suggested it didn't get used very often, but the weapon she pulled out had still been very carefully cared for. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd choose for most missions. Too unwieldy and too little ammunition, but for the very specialized situation of the shields Karla had demonstrated this should do nicely.

Triel didn't normally bother with ear protection despite how often she insisted on it when others were on the range, but today she was wearing it. Which was a good choice, she decided, because the sound of two ten gauge rounds firing virtually simultaneously would have hurt even her ears.

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