[ There was a look over his shoulder to see what he was pointing at, as if there was something else behind him other than cats and the pistols. It was always interesting to find out who had the capacity to see them. ]

Those are the Pistols, they're kind of...

[ Hmmm, that was the thing that he really didn't know how to explain it for some people. ]

...well they help me with fights, like spirits I guess? Shit, I never really know how to explain what they are.

[ He pulled his hand back, reaching down to pat the gun in the waistband of his pants. ]

They're half of the reason I never miss, the rest is all skill.

[ Mista, there's a time and a place to be cocky and this was probably not it. ]