"My weapon was spiky brass knuckles, with a small blade extending from the bottoms." Small as small could be, like Peyton herself. "And they stayed small up until they became what they are now, which still isn't that big." She shrugged, smiling. "Skill comes from the bearer, not the weapon itself."
With a hum she drew her phone out so she could check the time, then slipped it into her back pocket again. "We've got time now, unless you've got somewhere else you wanna be."
moonkitsune"
close on your tag and we can start a spar thread on my next?
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