Kara walked over and grabbed two very worn down and burnt guns. "I'll use these again. Layla, if I don't leave Schicksal, could you remind me to give these their weekly clean up?" Without waiting for a reply, she walks away, giving each gun a swift spin in each hand before alternating to spin the next gun in the next hand. She turns around and sighs, clearly frustrated. "Okay, Euclid. Do your best. I want to see how much those heavy oars weigh down your speed. Let's begin then, Labrat."