Natasha soon returned, carrying several weapons in her arms. She laid them out on the table one by one. Three M16 rifles and two Glock 19 pistols.
"Natasha, can you try holding this?" Jaxon said as he handed over his newly upgraded DMR to her
She took it without thinking. The moment she grabbed it, her body dipped forward.
"Wha…" The rifle suddenly felt unbearably heavy, dragging her hands down. It slipped from her grip and slammed onto the floor with a loud bang.
Natasha jumped back, startled. "What's going on?"
"Can you try to lift it again?" Jaxon said calmly.
She bent down and grabbed the rifle again. Her arms shook. "I can't. It's too heavy."
"Try one more time," Jaxon said.
Natasha frowned but pulled again.
This time, the rifle felt light. Almost weightless. She lifted it easily and held it in her arms, staring at it in disbelief.
Jaxon smiled to himself. So it really was bound to him. He could decide whether someone else was allowed to use it, simply by willing it.
