You couldn't sic that dog on me if I came at you with a straight razor in both hands!
“Seriously Deadblood, that grapple gun was a terrible idea. You haven’t hit a single thing other than my vase with it yet.” Sheri groaned, as Deadblood aimed the grapple gun experimentally.
“Just need more practice is all. You wouldn’t know anything about that though, you just rely on your telekinesis. You really should hit the firing range yourself some time, you know.”
Sheri rolled her eyes at that.
“Riiight, because I’d be helpless without a gun, right?”
“Just saying, jeez.” Deadblood retorted, as he leaned up again the motorcycle, still messing with his new toy.
It had been his idea to pull over in this alley to get some more practice with the grapple gun, and so far it had been an exercise in frustration. Deadblood had never been the type to give up easily though, and he was confident it was only a learning curve he’d have to get over before he was using his bad ass new weapon with finesse. Sheri had other opinions on that though, as usual.
“What are you gonna do with that thing anyway, Champ? Make the bad guys wind themselves laughing at your Batman impression so they’ll be easier to catch? I bet that would have worked real well with The Driller.” Deadblood shot her an acid look in response. Sheri shut up then, remembering the last time Deadblood had been angry at her all too well.
He pulled the trigger again, only for the crash and tinkle of broken glass to ring out in the dark alley.
“Don’t you say a word, Sheri,” He warned, as she bit her tongue, torn between scolding him and laughing at the cats now screeching in the darkness. Apparently they were just as impressed with his marksmanship as she was.
“I’m not. I’m going to go check out my helmet again. That thing was pretty neat, I’ll have to admit. You just have fun, I’m going to take a little stroll.” She said, grabbing the helmet and starting off towards a stairwell leading to the roof of an abandoned office building to see how the reception was up there.
