"That gun's yours. Keep it, and sling these five hundred rounds of buckshot too."
As he had Strangle crush the heads of the many zombie ape-men rushing at them, Deathstroke pushed the shotgun Jessica handed him back toward her.
"You can fly short distances and have great strength and durability. That'll be enough most of the time, but you still need to make up for your lack of ranged attacks. Before you master Cosmic Energy, qi, or magic, technological firearms are a good choice."
"I can learn magic too?" The female detective grew interested. She loaded the shotgun with practiced ease, then rapidly opened fire on the zombie gorillas.
What girl didn't dream of becoming a magical girl?
Holding a magic wand, firing stars and Rainbow Beams, and wearing pretty dresses—how wonderful would that be?
Yet reality was a firearm in her hands.
"No. You mutated after coming into contact with chemical reagents. Your genes barely resemble those of ordinary humans anymore, so you simply don't have the aptitude to become a Mage. I was just mentioning it."
Deathstroke looked at the ape-man Hyperion flying back toward them. He pierced him through with the golden spear in his hand and flung him away again before continuing.
"Still, your physical condition is pretty good. You should achieve something if you study qi cultivation. Spend forty or fifty years on it, and you'll probably reach Iron Fist Bucky's current level."
Before anything else, the mere mention of that number of years made the girl shake her head like a rattle-drum.
"No thanks. I can't endure that kind of hardship. Just hearing about it makes me want to die."
"It isn't actually that hard. K'un-Lun has full WIFI coverage now, so you can surf the internet during your breaks from training." Deathstroke shrugged,