[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Roana’s lips tightened into a thin line as the woman knelt and began her tirade. It seemed the blame was more widespread than she had made it appear, including herself amongst those at fault for releasing the Voice. She listens quietly, intently, tucking each bit of information away in her mind, neatly organizing it so it could be used. When? And for what? She did not know yet. But when such an occasion arose, she would be ready. ”Do it.” A smirk curved the former captain’s lips as she gazed up at the woman, a short laugh parting them. Do. Roana was a doer. The challenge given was one she could meet, and would do so readily. ”Let me demonstrate what I have to contribute then.” she said. As soon as the words left her lips she was in action, grabbing at the staff the woman held to tug it forward with all her might to toss her to the side, standing in the same, fluid motion. The hits she had already endured may as well have not happened. Upon standing, Roana took a fighting stance, eyes trained on the woman. ”War is what I know, and this all started with a war – isn’t that right? Between the Voice and the other gods? Trapping her in the barrier is what we, those who have studied the function of war, call a last-ditch effort.” she said, before reaching forward to strike at the woman with a right hook. ”So since the barrier fell, I have been looking for a way to bring an end to it all. If the Voice can’t be killed, she must be harnessed and controlled by the other gods. I’ve spoken with Ronin about bringing it up to Safrin, since he is the only one I know with as close a connection to her, and been scouring the Athenaeum for any shred of information I can find. How does that sound to you?” Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on