Hidden in the folds of his suit jacket, Wilhelm had a vintage double draw holster strapped across his chest, shoulders, and back. There were four in total: two along his sides, and two X-shaped at the base of his spine. It was interesting to note how easily concealed they were when he was out in public, as per the Master’s tutelage, he’d had a majority of his clothes tailored for just the purpose: to hide weapons however inconspicuously as he could.

Plus, Wilhelm has a thing for suits.

Although his main skills were more aligned towards swords and nice, his main interest was between guns… and poison; so it was only fitting that the Master’s most devout servant be given a bit of appreciation. This is where the guns themselves come into play. Unlike the modern weapons humanity was currently using, the weapons Wilhelm used were far more powerful and impressionable than meets the eye at first glance. Of course, outwardly they seemed no different from normal guns, where this differed was in their design.

Measuring 11.5 inches in length, the guns themselves were of a model .44 magnum (Wilhelm’s personal preference) that each had three revolving chambers lined back-to-back that were capable of holding 8 bullets per chamber. Roughly 10% larger than other typical models of its kind, each of the 3 chambers was tailored with a snapback functionality so as to be interchangeable at a moment’s notice once one chamber was emptied. The pistols themselves were made primarily of pure silver, with the inner parts made of black chrome and lined with obsidian. While the grips were of coarse textured leather, there was also a button located on the side next to the safety which, when pressed, initiated a spring lock mechanism that could release a hidden blade kept hidden in the hilt.

Whatsmore, pressing the button again and holding it would cause the gun to change form in that the barrel would retract upright and a cross guard would form at the hilt; at the same time, the blade hidden in the hilt would automatically mount itself onto the barrel. In doing so, the guns effectively transform into gun-knives. This fit into Wilhelm’s fighting style perfectly, as he skills with knives were practically unparalleled as far as he knew.

Of course, these guns were did more than just into knives.

In fact, that was only the start as their abilities went even further.

Each gun had a feature in which the user could click the trigger to switch from semi-auto fire, to full blown 3-round bursts—a feature only found on assault rifles and even rarer on select sniping rifles. Plus, when all 3 chambers were 100% charged, they could be aligned to release a shot powerful enough to blast through obliterate a 200-foot thick wall of concrete at a long-distance range of up to 100 yards given the right angle and energy output.

How this was possible came from the dual kinetic batteries that replaced the firing pin due to the implementation of a Kinetic Force Amplifier (or KFA) that lined the inside of the barrel. 

By absorbing raw kinetic energy displaced in and around the area of the gun, the battery then channels the displaced energy into steel balls that act as the ignition. Once the hammer was primed and a special button is pressed, the energy stored is dispersed, pushing the balls into the bullets. When coupled with the KFA, this meant each or all 3 bullets could turn into an explosive round capable of destroying tanks and most armored vehicles. As an added measure, Wilhelm had also loaded the ammo with Polonium rounds—bullets made with the element Polonium T-36—a highly corrosive and combustible element not yet known by human scientists that's designed with a 3-fold effect: eviscerate, cauterize, and then disintegrate.

The very existence of these weapons, and others like them, was one of the many secrets of the world; its very concept being the deadliest application of the Newton’s Cradle ever imagined, and Wilhelm had a cute little name for them each.

Nona.

Decima.

Morta.

And, Qualia.

Ah yes, Qualia, the fourth, hidden member of the Parcae.

She who judges the quality and nature of the thread of life given upon death...

Qualia…

Though it didn’t really help matters, Morta sure felt good and weighty in his soft grip. And of all the possible targets that could be in his line of sight, the one that Wilhelm personally set his sights on was none other than the man who so callously insulted his master.

The man in question who’d just earned Wilhelm’s ire and current attention was a coarse, heavy handed man with jet black hair that spiked downward in all directions and ended at the base of his spine. On his head, two large bangs zigzagging in the shape of lightning bolts, hung equidistantly from his slicked back mane, the only pieces of hair that shown on his deeply scarred face. His eyes were large boiling magenta pupils, with deep circles under them the color of violet. Lips full and wide, his nose crookedly bent from savage fighting, and his skin was a smooth gray-violet, almost graphite, with an X-shaped scar that covered roughly 25% of his face. Other scars covered his arms and looked recent, because they were a sour tone of maroon--the color of burnt flesh searing from the pain of molten metal stuck to skin. Wilhelm knew better though; everyone who knew this man knew the truth about them. These were not normal scars, and they would never truly nor properly heal, hence their sickly color. The bigger of the two had covered the left side of his face, encompassing the left cheek, the nose, and mouth, which was snarling profusely.

The man standing before Wilhelm was the bane of their order: Bahamut the Erbüke, the Definitive among the 12.

And, more importantly as Wilhelm reminded himself yet again, the 1st son of the Master.

A ringing note that brought with it an equal measure of apprehension, as well as contempt, to Wilhelm’s ears; like the unwanted tune of a drunken minstrel.