"Nope, I don't touch her guns. I don't think it'd be a good idea to. But you know Kelly?" As he talks he hops off his hovering disc and with a wave of his hand the duffel bag unzips to show a pile of arrows. "Red ones are the usual fire arrows, white are the freeze ones, umm...oh yes, the blue and orange ones are portal arrows, and anything else is firework arrows! I threw a few in because those are fun to make!"
Martin places his hat careful back on the disc, which had shrunk to be a good hat stand size, and walks up to Frances, bowing his head a little so she could the headphones on him then the goggles. Safer that way he figures.
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