"Really?" she said dryly, eyeing me with a smirk. "You're going to fight with the awesomeness of your six-pack as a weapon?" I arched a brow. "Yeah, you know, I was going to test out the whole abs of steel theory thing. The gun attached to my thigh and the daggers in my hands are just props. Mainly for show. Don't want to take away from the gloriousness that is my body, though."