" ... 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗵𝘂𝗵..?" 𝘼𝙉 𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝘼𝙃 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙏, 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 " ... 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤." 𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗭

She must admit, a few of the "modern" choices for fashion have yet to become comfortable for one used to wearing attire others may call "antediluvian"... However, on occasion, she must admit: These garbs do fit her.

She must admit, a few of the "modern" choices for fashion have yet to become comfortable for one used to wearing attire others may call "antediluvian"... However, on occasion, she must admit: These garbs do fit her.

- so casually waves off her questioning with a different question entirely. Best to veer away from the implications. "Then your eye is caught by my swordsmanship, is it? Or has that gaze befallen my whole in another way..?"

- their specialty of handling that labyrinthine system of governance." "Lest you be of the Scythian riders, I last remember those of my time-" ... Her time. Haaah. Perhaps best not to date herself so soon to an absolute stranger... A quick clearing of her throat, the Power -

"A princess..? Member of the gentry, you say..." Those eyes of silver & golden sheen took just the slightest bit of interest, inspecting her newfound companion with suspicion. "Excuse my ponderings, yet I've not much memory of women born by peerage taking the blade as -

- man from his goals than the reminder of death..." "𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩-𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝."

- than a sigh, the oversized hunk of bone & flesh made weapon sunk into her body mass and simply... Vanished. Or made whole with herself once again. "Intimidation, however, leaves most who'd exploit it frozen. There are fewer things capable of stopping -

"Alas, a technique foolish for most others. Leaving a gap as wide as my own on the downswing would be a perfect exploitation for any warrior worth their weight..." Taking grasp of her sinewy weapon once more, the Power hoists her blade up upon her shoulder. With little more -

"Your stance is loose, your footwork lousy, the grip upon your weapon is left wanting, and-" " ... Why are you gawking-?"

- slightest twitch of her wrist, and..! 𝙎𝘾𝙃-𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂!!! The dummy cleaved into a gruesome twain, Evangeline's blade dug deep into earth as twig-made gore exploded at the impact site. Brutal. Precise. Almost certainly lethal to any not made of straw.

" ... Hmmph." So long as it was merely one soul, she saw no issue of it. She wasn't in the mood to become a spectacle, after all... Turning back to the straw doll playing the role of "victim", the Power honed her stance into a tightened pose. Exhale, visualization, just the -

[ @THE1NFINITE1 ] "Rodin." It'd been far too long since she'd been in contact with her blacksmith companion, throwing her blade over her shoulder as she approached. "If my math is correct, it's been... Long, since we contacted each other. I should apologize for that."

[ @REGINAEXULATUS ] A warrior clad in crimson-tinted hair, the Power's attention swallowed by the wieldly blade of flesh in her hands as she trains away. Unaware of the princess' presence. ... Until- "Will you continue watching, or will you begin the deluge of questioning?"

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ "𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅." ∞ 𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙉, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀 ∞ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[ @EYESOFDEATH_ ] " ... For what purpose does your gaze fall upon me, stranger?" The Power nods her head enough to address the Shi assassin, puffing away at a cigarette as she registered the situation. One Fixer. Potentially others hidden. Remain at high attention.

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"Your stance is loose, your footwork lousy, the grip upon your weapon is left wanting, and-" " ... Why are you gawking-?"