[Hey, Dell has no complaints. Plenty of his guns and machines (and machine guns) are ladies. He flashes a sideways grin as he stands up. Hedy seems happy enough to sit and get scritched, and bounds behind Isabela as the woman straightens out.
Without further ado, Dell steps away from his bench and towards a cabinet full of labeled boxes. Some are labeled for scrap - others small projects. He pulls out the one labeled "ISABELA" and pulls out...
A knifegun.
A proper combat knife has been soldered onto the barrel of a large magnum pistol. He handles it like a newborn child, more out of pride than any fear of cutting himself, and holds it out.]
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Without further ado, Dell steps away from his bench and towards a cabinet full of labeled boxes. Some are labeled for scrap - others small projects. He pulls out the one labeled "ISABELA" and pulls out...
A knifegun.
A proper combat knife has been soldered onto the barrel of a large magnum pistol. He handles it like a newborn child, more out of pride than any fear of cutting himself, and holds it out.]
Welp. Here she is.