I am not a product of my circumstances.
Noticing the grimace, Elizabeth tried to decrease her volume, even as she had difficulty hearing Deimos through the ringing. However, she got the gist of his words enough to answer. "Not really. I've held one once or twice, but that's about it." She glanced down at the weapons, considering the lack of experience with weapons overall. The staff was the only one she had semblance of skill with, but even that was mediocre at best. Knives? Even less.
Picking up one of the knives placed at the station, she let her hand wrap around the handle. It felt cold and solid, very different from the pliable warmth of the staff. It was heavier than she would have anticipated and she wondered how people managed to throw them with such distance and accuracies. Looking to Deimos, she gave him a sheepish smile, knowing that she probably held the knife like a dainty lady with a hammer. Completely out of her comfort zone. But how else was she supposed to grow?
Picking up one of the knives placed at the station, she let her hand wrap around the handle. It felt cold and solid, very different from the pliable warmth of the staff. It was heavier than she would have anticipated and she wondered how people managed to throw them with such distance and accuracies. Looking to Deimos, she gave him a sheepish smile, knowing that she probably held the knife like a dainty lady with a hammer. Completely out of her comfort zone. But how else was she supposed to grow?
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
