"Yeah, I guess not..." He trusted her and her staunch gun safety, but thinking on it now, he never wanted to hold a gun of any kind in his own hands. Plus he wagered he had enough problems with the face and the clothes. He didn't need a loaded pistol or whatever to boot.

"I guess whoever'd use mine would have to learn to throw a punch or chuck a desk at somebody. Sounds easy on the outside, but that shit takes finesse."

Ah-hah, there we are. Come at him, Sumeragi! The blade came to life, the metal giving off a white glow as he lowered his stance. He lunged with the sword forward in a thrust. His form was wholly different - almost professional - from the norm, but whether that's the Asterisk or Kanji's own training was anyone's guess.