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aintyourpuddin:

“Ooooh, shiny. Mama like.”

Harley clasped her hands behind her head, feigning doubt. ”They’re nice, I’ll give y’ that— but how do I know y’ can handle ‘em properly? Equipment’s wasted if the holder ain’t got enough skill, y’know. Takes more’n just a fancy show t’ impress me.”

“You’re doubting me?” Mock offense. Really it was almost expected. She had a pretty damn good point. They were nice swords, but that was it unless they were in the hands of someone who knew how to use them. “Well what’s a guy suppose to do to impress ya? I can cut off my hand, but then that leaves a big bloody mess for someone else to clean up.”