She reached over and grabbed the bottle of gin, quickly getting rid of the top and taking a long drink. ”Because I can’t do anything else. I am good at killing things and good at being a shadow, nothing more.” She said looking at her arm and sighing.
“We’ll have to work on that, then. Hold still!” Summer pushed Deva back against the cabinets and jerked the right arm forward quickly. There was a satisfying pop as the bone resocketed. “What about armour?”
She couldn’t control the snarl that passed from her lips, ”As you can see I wear revealing clothing, a majority of my targets are men, and I use that to my advantage,” She replied drinking some more, looking up at the ceiling, sadness taking over her.
“Hey, don’t snarl at me.” Summer hugged Deva. “I might be able to help more if you could tell me from the beginning what’s going on. You ought to have at least one person you can trust.”
She put her hand on top of Summer’s head, ”Let’s leave if for a time where I am not bleeding on the counter, sweet face.”
Summer pulled away and rummaged through the first aid kit. “No, I want you talking while I do this, so I can tell if you’re sliding away from me or not. I’m not exactly trained in this, you know. Show me, and start telling.” Alcohol wipe, gauze pad, ace bandage …