“Alright, so sword for right arm, gun for left arm… Hm…” Malchoir thinks for a moment and wraps the two-handed gun around his waist. “This is surreal. Anyway, I’m ready.”
Malchoir looks at Nimbus. “Sorry about Lightning’s impatience. I don’t think he quite realizes how jarring this must be for you. However, if you have the power to fight, we would really appreciate you coming along because we need all the help we can get and this world could be doomed otherwise.”
Nimbus nods. “Well, alright,” he says, hoping he can trust these strangers.
“Looks like everyone’s ready,” Malchoir says. He looks at Nimbus. “Oh, one more thing. Since you’re new to this, I’d suggest the one-hander gun. Here’s how you hold it.” Malchoir demonstrates the proper grip for the gun.
Nimbus nods. He wraps the larger gun around his waist as Malchoir did, still a bit overwhelmed by all this stuff happening so fast.