The karaoke bar owner looked between Arya and Frank, bemused. “Why would you do this? Are you some sort of vigilante?”

That made sense-youngsters were really different these days, each of them strong and keen to perpetuate justice. They must be keen to be the good guys and bask in the public’s praise.

Laughing, the karaoke bar owner started to gloat. “Shame you’re too naive to understand the world has changed… to be precise, there’s a gap between the reality in your mind and what’s really happening in the world. No one would shoot the riot shield instead of the leg, and there’s no armor that can stop bullets.

“Wait, that’s wrong. There are things that could, but they won’t stop the impact. Ever heard of Kevlar? It’s not actually weaved from steel but something with optimal durability—”

“Yap, yap, yap…”

Frank snorted impatiently. “All you rogues only ever run your mouths. Start shooting already, and cut the crap-you’re talking my ears off.”

“You asked for it!”