The Training Room was easily the size of his school’s gym. The walls and floor of the room were padded, like the dojo where he took karate. Perhaps two dozen shades were huddled in the center of the room. They spun around and charged.“I see two dark-hearts,” Morgan said, pointing them out.Arthur aimed his pistol. “You try for the stones, and I’ll blast the shades.”The two numina bunched their muscles, preparing to leap when the shades got close.Arthur aimed at the mass of shades hurtling toward him and pulled the trigger of the gun in his right hand. With a psychedelic WHUM-WHUM-WHUM sound, rings of silvery energy pulsed out of the raygun and streaked across the room. By the time the first blast struck a shade square in the chest, the rings of energy had grown to the size of a melon. The shadow man staggered back as it disintegrated into nothing. That had to be the coolest thing Arthur had ever seen. He grinned and pulled the triggers on both guns several times. Whenever he managed to hit one directly in the head or chest, they evaporated.
