"Easy...," he warns lowly as the guns get placed on the ground.

Nothing could prepare him for the freaky arsenal that follows.

Raphael has seen all kinds of weird crud. He's been to alien planets, even fought in a cross-dimensional battling tournament. But all the freaky things he's seen can't hold a candle to this guy. Where is he even keeping it all?

This stuff looks evil. Really freakin' evil, and it does nothing to settle his nerves. Though he doesn't move from his spot, watching the guy carefully until his sword becomes the proverbial cherry on this deathtrap sundae.

Now that the guy's unarmed, curiosity gets the best of him. There's no way he's dumb enough to touch any of that crud, but he does want to get a closer look.

"I know a thing or two about weapons," he snaps, keeping his eyes on Dante as he pads cautiously toward the pile, crouching a few feet away. He can handle it. Don't tell him what to do.

It takes him a minute to even understand what he's looking at, his attention drawn to that insect-looking thing. It makes his skin crawl. "Man, I'd hate to see what you've been fighting."