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[color=548b54][h3]Dulga Tarata[/h3][/color]
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Dulga opened her eyes as class finally started. Their teacher was a hero that Dulga actually recognizes: Arsenal the Gun Fighter. He actually had a few other names aside from that, but that's the one that Dulga knew him by. It was simple and to the point; he was a hero who fought with guns. And other gadgets too of course. She didn't expect him to be teaching at a school however. He didn't seem the type to tolerate curious or stupid kids. Still, Dulga was glad someone like him was teaching this class. It made her feel less self-conscious about bringing her own gun when, after the syllabus was handed out, she noted that Arsenal laid out his own handcannon too. She saw a gun like his in a magazine once; .500 caliber revolvers. Rather ostentatious for Dulga's taste, as such heavy guns would blow a man's arm off. However she also knew that it wasn't just big bullets that could be fitted; chances are Arsenal had all sorts of special ammunition to subdue and incapacitate his enemies without killing them. It would certainly explain why he needed big bullets and used a revolver, instead of something more practical like a rifle.

Arsenal asked everyone what he was holding in his hand. It was obvious a grenade. Others started explaining more about what it was, specifically an EMP, but Dulga didn't think that's what was the point. While it could be an EMP, and it would be useful if it was, the fact that it wasn't immediately obvious what it was made it more dangerous. For all they knew it could actually be some sort of electroshock grenade, or even a some sort of magnetizing bomb. And when someone throws it at your feet you don't have much time to try to guess what it is before it goes off. What Arsenal was holding wasn't just a bomb, it was a trap. Of course that was just the metaphorical answer, it probably was an electroshock grenade. Dulga wondered if she would need something like that and started taking notes.