Jeremy looked at the rifles and took one down. He expertly disected it, then reassembled it.
"I stick with thermal clip weapons. Screw lasers. And if you got anything close to a sword."
He shook hix head at the offer of armor.
"No. Armor will restrict my movement."
Jeremy tapped his crown necklace, then cracked his knuckles. He sighed. He patted a pocket and a picture. Taking a moment to look at it, he returned it to its pocket. He stood, and, despite his downcast appearance, his eyes were alive with an eternal fire.
"I have been impaled by a sword whose length,is your height, whose thickness is an inch, and whose width is your chest. I fell ten stories and almost died."