Swords, daggers, knives. Another wall had blunt weapons and staves of various sizes and lengths. The back wall had a dozen different types and sizes o... bows hanging on hooks. Several barrels had arrows in them. Each barrel a different length and head type. He knew he only had four arrows left in his quiver that he had left home with, so he figured he might be able to buy a few to restock.One set of racks held new shields and bucklers. His old buckler was small and not in the best of shape. He. A device that reduced the graviton influence on the body mass to standard level; until his sixth birthday he didn’t have one as he was born here and adjusted to the natural gravitation. Uncle Sam told him that carrying one increasing the gravitation would make the body stronger and every single move was an exercise. So he did carry one and he dialed it up every year a little more and now didn’t even feel the constant 2.5 gee the device created. He switched it off and left it behind. Then he. Spence hobbled in, bending over and massaging his calves. Joan put a hand on his bent over back. Her braless boobs hung down inside the teeshirt. ‘Trouble with cramps, sweety?’ ‘Yeah, maybe. You are a hard, but pleasant, act to follow. I may have pushed it a little too much.’ He stared down her open collar at the hanging beauties. ‘Lay down on the bench. Maybe I can help.’ Spence complied and Joan gripped and ungripped his calf muscles, encouraging more blood circulation. ‘Any better?’ ‘Not. Her face burned red with anger and disgust. “I think you’re a little too slutty for me.”Daphne’s jaw dropped. “You orchestrated a gang bang on ME and I’M the slut? Fuck you, Mallory. I’m tired of your mood swings, you bipolar bitch!”“M—maybe we shouldn’t talk anymore then.” Mallory stammered. She choked on the words and winced even after she said them. “Since I’m so moody.”“Guess so,” Daphne said even though her face softened. She cradled her soda like a child just punished. About to lose her.