Larry
While his other men looked quite spooked, Larry gestured to them to not shoot. The way the brat tried to scold him wasn't exactly pleasant to look like, but he wouldn't be intimidated. After all, few things were really scarier at this point than his late mother-in-law, and he did have decades of service on his resume. It would be against his reputation to show weakness in front of his men. That lad finally walked off to buy drinks. Then, to his dismay, the know it all telepath started lecturing again as if she worked for an advice corner in a cheap tabloid.
"Sorry, just because something was used by pre-modern people doesn't mean it's tested. My doctor used to work in FDA. When he told me what to avoid, he warned me that this Stiva might cause cancer and that the science is still not sure about its long term impact. When facing a choice between tradition and modernity, I trust the present, not the past." The veteran dismissed Forest's claim with cold facts. "I also trust guns more than getting any up close. I'm sure my fists cannot get faster than .50 bullet. Neither would help if they could shrug off a .50. But if it's just some whippersnapper supernatural drunk on newly found power, I've dealt with those. Few decades ago, I was on night shift patrolling the city. Those kung fu movies hit theathers, and some vampiric oddball started showing off with a nunchaku and claimed he would wipe the floor with me harder than Bruce Lee would. Well, I guess also Bruce Lee wouldn't avoid .50 to the head."