[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Roana grabbed and tossed the staff back to Amalia, unimpressed with how easily she could disarm the woman and feeling only a bit sorry for punching her as hard as she did. She was sick and tired of everyone treating her like a villain, stalking the night, waiting to destroy them all. Her goal couldn’t be more opposite – she wanted people to thrive and would do all she could to help make it happen. Why could they not leave past mistakes in the past and move forward? With Amalia re-armed, she goes on the offensive again, keeping her claymore sheathed on her hip. She throws a series of quick jabs near her torso, finishing it up with a quick kick at her ankles to try and knock her down. ”Nothing really.” Roana answered, her frustration clear in her tone. ”There seems to be no record of her weaknesses, barely any record of her at all. And since no one wants to talk to me, it makes it very difficult to come up with any kind of plan.” She huffed, brows furrowing. ”So now all I have is trying to make myself prepared to fight a bunch of Ascended and hope the gods will be willing to assist. Unless you have other ideas you’d be willing to share?” Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on