Dorian materialized in his private arsenal in the underworld. Row upon row of weapons stood in neat racks from wall to wall. Everything from primitive melee weapons to railguns lined the room. Dorian walked over to a pair of empty holsters and lovingly placed his twin forty fives back into their cradles. Grimacing he made a mental promise to return soon to clean the filth from the silver and gold finish of the pistols.<br/><br/>Eyeing the rest of the weapons he smiled and began to organize the weapons, one of which he knew would bring that DPDS monster down.