[Training] tomorrow there'll be more of us

WESSEX out of the night that covers me “No need to thank me,” she replies quickly. Though Mabel might not know it yet, she’d do it for any Ascended who asked. Hell, most non-Ascended too, assuming they weren’t dicks. The glow stones fly - some caught, some dodged, and only one hit. Not bad, the Wraith thinks. Not a bad place to start. There's potential brimming in the Natural, but then the demigod would expect nothing less from the kind of survivor she and her twin are. Then she calls upon her shadow again and pulls a knife from a boot, handing it to it to act as a go-between. It takes the knife to Mabel, offering it silently, while Wessex steps forward and plants her feet in a wideish stance, weaponless. “Good. Now attack me.” And that’s it, the options are open-ended. Without any specifics, the girl is free to use whatever method she chooses. Whether or not Wessex will strike back, she hasn’t decided yet. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul