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Jordan paused on his way across the field. He'd heard someone; but that someone was very clearly not talking to him. Probably talking to their weapon. He'd learned by now to mostly ignore the occasional non sequitur or one-sided conversation. The voice was familiar, though, and he glanced back to see who it was.

Candace? That was a bit of a surprise. Some of the trainees were more prone to absently voicing their conversations with their weapons out loud, but he hadn't noted Candace as being one of them. Most of the time, if she was talking to Atropos, she seemed to do it mentally, but now she was speaking aloud to nobody visible.

It really wasn't any of his business, but it'd be rude not to greet her. "Hey," he said, and waved.

Definitely sounding a little odd. Huh. Steaksauce? Right, A-1. Jordan's smile was slightly strained. "Something like that," he answered. "Decided I'd come out for a while, maybe take a run around the perimeter."

What, you're not going to ask if she wants to come along, Mr. Gregarious?

I don't really feel like company, Jordan answered.

Dodging the question, Ferros said gleefully. You just don't like her.

I don't have a reason not to like her. Shut up, would you? "Nice day for a walk, right?" Jordan said aloud, dryly, making a vague gesture to indicate the ever-present mist and overcast.

... Yes, he really had heard that right. Jordan took a step back, eyes widening. "What? But - your weapon - why - " He was vaguely aware that he sounded pretty stupid at the moment, but the sheer shock of realizing just what it was that accompanied Candace had blanked his mind. Why would she want to carry a weapon other than her own? What was Atropos thinking? Why had Caelius allowed it? Jordan didn't doubt that the senior hunter had given permission, but he couldn't think of any sane reason for it.

Circe. Caelius's scythe. Candace. E-10. Pieces that he simply hadn't associated clicked together suddenly in his head. His eyes narrowed. "It was you," he said.

She killed you. And she is carrying ANOTHER WEAPON. Ferros's presence in his mind seethed with fury. That is wrong. She can't do that. I will fight her.

She's not going to attack us. I don't even know if she can summon Circe, Jordan said warily. I'm not going to go after her unprovoked.

She killed you! We should fight her, Ferros growled.

"In that room," Jordan said flatly. "You picked up the scythe and killed us." Killed their golems, yes, but none of them had known that then. He would have put that aside, left it in the past where it belonged, but Candace had Circe in her hand again and seemed to be taking a faintly demented delight in that fact, and that was worrisome.

"Yes." Kill or be killed, with the walls closing in. It wasn't a memory he'd particularly wanted to revisit. His mind had wiped away the memory of agony, leaving only the recollection of the clean sharp shock before it, but he was still angry, he found.

"Why do you have Circe again?"" Not particularly tactful, no, but for the time being, he was done with tact. Dancing around the subject wouldn't actually hide the fact that right now, he didn't trust Candace.

Jordan wasn't quite sure whether that explained everything or made it more confusing. Either way, the end result remained disturbing. "I see," he said cautiously. He was just going to drop the whole matter of the apology. It was clear that that was a dead end.

A rematch? He wasn't sure what to make of that. But damn if he was going to back down. Chickening out - yeah, no. "Sure, if you want," he said. "It'll be good exercise." Well, they were going to get to see if Candace could summon the scythe.

Good, Ferros growled.

We'd be fighting every day if it was up to you. Jordan held his hand out and summoned Ferros, the weight of the hammer settling comfortably into his palm.

I don't see anything wrong with that.

"Good." A glance was cast toward Circe as she noticed a flash of moving light, grinning at the beautiful sight of having the scythe back. Oh how she missed this even if she'd only held her once. Candace grabbed hold of the handle of the scythe and expected the heavy weight she'd felt back in that room. No, instead...she was light. Did that mean Candace was stronger or that Circe was just easier to hold now?

Regardless, Candace was grinning again as she pulled the scythe in front of her and held Circe with both hands. "Because it looks like Circe wants to play." Having Circe in her hands again felt great, but not the same as when she'd been fighting with her. Sure, Candace was feeling the pricklings of that deliriously happy feeling beginning to seep into her mind, but it wasn't the same. Maybe this was a good sign?

Only one way to find out. She was at least polite enough to wait for Jordan to summon Ferros and take on a battle-ready stance before coming at him, swinging the scythe at him. It was amateur and sloppy at best, only used to wielding Circe in a small 6 foot by 6 foot room...for a few minutes. It definitely was not swung with the elegance that Caelius offered.

HP: 40
Damage done: 5
Charge: Candace cannot use Circe's FEAR attack.
Note: Candace has been given an attack boost as a result of handling Circe! Her attacks are determined via 2d12 - 8!