[b][i]I Promise This Isn’t What It Looks Like[/i][/b] [i]Even for the Dojo, the sight was rather amusing, and perhaps a bit offputting. The woman had nearly ten plasma rifles slung across her back, pistols stuffed into her bandoliers and pockets. She looked to be almost overencumbered with all of the weaponry, but she did not complain as she headed out. Her companion followed her, also looking to be just a little bit weighed down. The teenager’s backpack bristled with explosives, and a grenade launcher was slung across his back. He carried two general-purpose machine guns and belts of ammunition. Even in his exo, he was carrying a lot of firepower, which he found ironic considering that he wasn’t fond of guns, or at least not using them on people. The two had very little concern about traipsing across the plaza with the arsenal that did not belong to them. Wilson would be satisfied. He now had another hunk of his arsenal in Amoridia.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]