Guns were useful tools in a time of distress, yes.
But they lacked features possessed by other weapons, which made them vulnerable to failure in desperate times. Or in the face of an unparalleled force such as the 10th star or circle.
The feature was an obvious one. Not pondered on most times, but looked upon as something normal.
That would be the reload.
It was different from other weapons as they required a certain number of times before it was set to full charge and sent out to unleash certain destruction in the world.
The time differed. It could be worked upon.
Made quicker. Or sometimes slower but never stepped over.
It was a process that came with it.
A feature that represented it.
Without the reload, a gun was useless.
And without the time to reload, the gunmen were open. Wide.
Ciara waited patiently for that moment to come and now that it did, hesitation became a stepping stone which she easily walked over.
She charged through.
