The Old Ones (II): Fighting The Old Ones, Breaking The Sealing Array
Why must all trials be by combat, I don't get it. Why can't all these trial giving entities: administer a trial by asking a riddle. Instead they all just want a reason to pound my face. It was frustrating, but if it's a fight they want, then it's a fight they'll get.
I summoned my armor over my body, and my sword and shield. I crouched down behind my shield, with it covering my chest and half my face. I pointed my sword at them, as I circled around them, and that's when I realized something. Why use a sword, I could just shoot them.
My sword and shield melted back into metal bands around my wrist as I pulled both my handguns from my side. I can't believe I always forget I have these things. I guess I've gotten too used to swinging my sword and releasing energy waves capable of cleaving mountains in half.
BANG! TING! BANG! TING!