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Solia was used to days of spending her time doing nothing but training. The forms, the rolls, to hand to hand, distance, calculating how to use terrain, what attack against what- yet it most was shoot while running. Shoot her long bow and don't trip- a skill she had perfected in heels.

A year of practice went a long way.

But when she spotted new trainees, new ones with new weapons she nearly always found herself interested, drawn to them to see just what was up and if they might want to test their skill to her own. After all, battles could always be variants, unexpected results based on new factors and new opponents.

"Morning!" She made her way ovr to the hunter, Israfel in hand.
"Did you come down to just do solo work or you ready for a spar by chance? I've been needing to test my ability to run and shoot more often these days."

"Oh, Solia by the way! Solia Delacroix!"

"Ohhhh a sword and a ball and chain. Nice combo.. if a bit risky." Her eyes went to his coat, a tiny smile appearing. "Not a sun however. Curious, given all things but, I suppose there have been more curious things on the island..." Like hunters getting away with murder, with others attempting murder yet being allowed to live- Really. Solia hated killing but on some level cuts should have been made somewhere....

Because sometimes things were just rather ridiculous.

Taking a few steps back she lifted up her weapon-

And Han solo'd it.

"You sound like 007 when you say the last name first- or is that just your pref?" She smiled, grip tightening on Israfel as she mentally charged herself for the impending spar.

"First then full is less... movie ish? Funny how that words."


HP:50
DMG: 10

She laughed. Why anyone would change their weapon outright was beyond hert, but then, she was utterly happy and content with Israfel. He was her shadow and her light- a reflection and companion. Partner in ways that went beyond the word's meaning.

Bonded.

A better term of their trust and faith in each other.

"You'll adapt and learn to work with your weapon. They chose you for a reason and you chose them in turn. As for sounding like you're in a movie-" She shot again.

"Movies you have stunt doubles, things are fake. Here it's reall. All 100% real." Grim and good wrapped in a box of marketing and profiting on fear and need for belonging. A skill that Deus had down to an art form almost with the sheer variety of it's recruits.

HP: 47
DMG: 1

The starting slash was a good one, color her impressed! Stepping back to reevaluate just how to fight, Solia smiled, Israfel brought up and leveled so to aim a bit higher. "A year- but that's not very long. Just enough to pretty much confirm I won't die anytime soon." She fired, and the blue arrow of light went out along with a clash from her bowstring. A change in Israfel's normal tune.

"As for voice, could always be worse. Could yell all the time, sing all the time, say nothing and just brood- or could sound like you mom." She laughed. "That would just be weird!"

HP: 39
DMG: 8

He was a curious one wasn't he! All the better in her opinion. She liked to answer questions, and, she liked to get her own questions filled. "Many actually! They vary time to time, but mostly.. very dangerous. It's best to be ready at any hour for anything. Keep your wits about you- that sort of thing. Just go with your gut and stay as safe as you can."

"As for the courses- Yeah. They don't seem like much, but they do help. Or at least help pass the time."

The slash got her arm and she felt Israfel buffer for her with his and her FEAR shield. It was always odd how that worked. "Weapons are people- were. Are. They are just like us in the sense they have emotions, feelings, personalities- You'll have to learn to deal with and grow with them. It's a pretty swanky thing if you do it right."

Another arrow shot at him, she smiled. "For all you know, they may know ten times what you'd ever find in our databases about something!"

HP: 34
DMG: 8

He set himself on fire.

It was pretty spectacular to watch, and amusing, though it's novelty wore away quickly. The novilty wore away, replaced quickly enough, by shock then concern. He was on fire. She should probably help with that.

Taking off her coat, she ran over, attempting to help smother the flames. "Oh god-" Flames gone she crouched next to him, guilt coming up. "A charge attack?" She sighed, shaking her head. "I heard we had a dampener- hopefully this was just a malfunction in the system. Winning could matter less- let's get you to the infirmary and get you all wrapped up okay?"

She looked back to his weapon. "But you'll..have to carry your own weapon. After that stunt they shouldn't be able to harm you or do that again for a while."