Sonya simply sidestepped Jak's initial attack, sighing in exasperation when she saw the teen hit herself with the butt of the gun. As sad as it was, it gave Sonya the much-needed information that Jakki was not a gunslinging genius and that she picked the weapon on a whim. "Before you shoot at me again, try holding your gun with both hands." She ended up saying, feeling just a tad bit sorry for her. She also made a note to not try and dodge this time around. The first dodge was truly just out of habit and Sonya wanted to see how Jak's aim was, even if it meant getting a painful welt on her body. Afterwards, she'd go on the offensive and see how well her hand-to-hand combat was, if she even had any training.

Abby physically flinched when she saw the gun slam against Jak's face in recoil. That [i]had[/i] to hurt pretty bad. She wondered why the girl had picked such a dangerous looking weapon before her eyes traveled to the make-shift armory on the opposite side of the hole. There was no point in holding it off any longer; she was going to have to step up to fight eventually. Everyone was trying so hard to beat Sonya so they could have their wish granted, or she assumed. But after seeing all the bouts, Abby knew there was not a chance in hell of her winning. Yet, she couldn't back out now. Vector's words were still fresh in her mind and she wanted to at least prove she was a contender for the Sun Guardian position. She still wasn't sure why she wanted it so badly, but she wanted it. 

Walking out from behind the wall, Abby made her way to the table to inspect the weapons. A few were familiar to her while a lot weren't, making them even more dangerous in her eyes. She hesitated to even touch one, afraid that she might cut herself on something. Finally, her eyes settled on a pair of nunchucks. She had seen them used on television before and from what she remembered, they didn't have anything sharp on them. Maybe that was a safer bet? Taking up more courage than necessary, Abby reached out to grab the nunchucks. Grasping the smooth wood under her sweaty palms, the blond made her way back to the others instead of her old hiding spot behind the hole. She couldn't show any more fear, no matter how much her knees were shaking.