[There's that split second of "okay, how does this even wor-" and then there's something made of leather coming out of his chest into Aisha's hand. It's a glove -- black, fingerless, and oddly heavy. A second one follows the first; hopefully she doesn't drop it.]
[Red stumbles, suddenly a little dizzy, and looks down. That's a weapon? They look almost like something he wears every day.]
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[Red stumbles, suddenly a little dizzy, and looks down. That's a weapon? They look almost like something he wears every day.]