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The first few days, she'd mostly avoided the Armory. Coming to terms with everything - monsters, being warriors of a Pantheon long dead - was a bit more than the lounge singer could compartmentalize. Not that Rose didn't think about it, but the idea of taking a weapon into her own hands was not something she was entirely prepared for. Instead, she had started to do some research on core strengthening exercises, techniques, ways to find her focus and confidence to tackle this issue as she had with everything else in her life: pacing, consideration, and planning. She'd selected a radio station of upbeat music and had integrated a work out routine into her daily life, putting it and adjusting her sleep cycle as paramount.

When Rose finally approached the Armory, it was just to the outside, looking in. True to form, she was still a picture of poise, her hair in a braided bun, her work out attire dark and fitted. Her pale cheeks were flushed from her strenuous morning, lightly patting the towel she held over her brow before circling it around her neck. The expression she wore was vague but tense if you knew were to look - her jaw clenched, her brows slightly furrowed over her calm blue stare, the slight bounce in her foot that betrayed her nerves about the whole thing. Weapons. The handsome instructor had said he wouldn't force them to be an Army, but...

The heart was willing. The mind was uncertain, but open.

She knew she could train the body, but she wasn't as young as most of the Chosen and though she wasn't exactly out of shape, she wasn't built for battle. Rose exhaled slowly through her nose, still able to see the dead dragon's lifeless head in her mind's eye. If the mere possibility of having to face that wasn't enough to inspire her to do her damned best, she wasn't sure what would be.