ROANA
Glimpses of fate bring light to your despair
Realise hope isn't short of your grasp
Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive
And never succumb to the war that you fight
"A war axe." she clarifed. "What you've there is a functional axe. It's built for basic chores. Cutting firewood and the like. It's haft and blade haven't been constructed to withstand the force exerted in battle." she explained, pointing to all the places where the axe failed to meet parameters to make it battle worthy. "And with it being so terribly balanced, you'll fatigue more quickly, which is a sure death." she said Realise hope isn't short of your grasp
Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive
And never succumb to the war that you fight
Roana drew her sword then and held in front of her, so one side faced her. She held out three fingers and placed the hilt across them, and almost against the laws of nature, the four foot blade balanced perfectly. "That it is balanced means no one stroke will take more energy than any other. I can recover as quickly as I can strike. It makes it more difficult to knock out of my hand, and it makes it easier to hit with accuracy." she said and grinned a bit.
Your world is coming apart
Remain steadfast
Remain steadfast
