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Better for me to learn here than out in the field. I'm almost certain you won't kill me, and I wouldn't stay dead anyway.
[So she fetches a staff. It has been a long, long time since she fought with anything that wasn't a gun, but she had to get outside her comfort zone.
She ways it in her hands, the dimensions imprinting in her brain, the weight, ideal velocities and angles all calculated with a second. She gives it one test lunge, the sound it makes satisfying.]