The sword is a classic two-hander of a slightly different style than her own; it weighs about two and half kilograms and is perfectly balanced between the long straight blade and long simple hilt. It's nothing fancy. It is very clearly meant for one purpose only: to put holes in people. She loves it on sight.
She lays it down on her neglected bed, resting it next to the black rapier and knuckles of the Ninth. It's not Camilla Hect's impressive collection of weapons, but it works for her, and that's all they need.
"I honestly don't know if armor would help," she says. "Unless you're talking sheet metal, and that would slow me down so much it would probably just make things worse. Besides, I've got you." Her smile is crooked and as absolutely simple as the sword now nested on her bed.
"If you can't keep that thing off me, nothing can."
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Date: 2020-10-21 12:07 pm (UTC)She lays it down on her neglected bed, resting it next to the black rapier and knuckles of the Ninth. It's not Camilla Hect's impressive collection of weapons, but it works for her, and that's all they need.
"I honestly don't know if armor would help," she says. "Unless you're talking sheet metal, and that would slow me down so much it would probably just make things worse. Besides, I've got you." Her smile is crooked and as absolutely simple as the sword now nested on her bed.
"If you can't keep that thing off me, nothing can."