díαnα σf thєmчscírα | wσndєr wσmαn (![]() ![]() @ 2018-11-25 18:43:00 |
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Diana wasn’t sure what to do now. The immediate threat had been taken care of. She was used to fighting something, to having something to do. Perhaps she would check in on Thor at some point and see how he was doing. But for the moment, she was kind of just wondering around. And before long, she’d found herself in the shooting range. Diana didn’t really use guns. She didn’t need to. Guns had really evolved in the 100 years since she’d first seen one. They were still weapons of destruction. They could cause a lot of damage, but Diana could see why the world of Men thought they were necessary. The Amazons had other weapons, more efficient ones. Diana had her sword and shield, her lasso, and her bracelets. That was all she needed. Lots of people here found comfort in their guns. It wasn’t hard to see why. They were extremely effective in taking down the zombies. Not everyone was a demi-goddess. Diana didn’t judge any of them for that, it just wasn’t something she saw herself doing. Of course, she was pretty sure many of the people here found her choice of weapons to be strange too. She’d been a bit curious about why they clung to their guns. And so she found herself here, watching a man practice his shooting. She sort of recognized him from around the prison, but she didn’t think she had talked to him yet. For the moment, she just watched. She had to admit...he was good. |