A warrior speaks the words. Blades are strapped to her hips, her arms, her legs; her stance is poised and ready. Talia folds her arms over her chest, her mouth twitching up into a small smile. She can't help it; she's always liked people who were aggressive rather than passive. "I should think you'd have more things to worry about."
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A warrior speaks the words. Blades are strapped to her hips, her arms, her legs; her stance is poised and ready. Talia folds her arms over her chest, her mouth twitching up into a small smile. She can't help it; she's always liked people who were aggressive rather than passive. "I should think you'd have more things to worry about."